Hideousness

I just got a moment to run out and feed the fish and found the pond completely drained and all 14 fish dead in the mud at the bottom. A couple of weeks ago the pond started to spring a leak which was slow at first but picked up speed while we were too busy looking after the bub to deal with it. I was keeping up with it for a while with the hose, but I had a few days there where she was just taking up every moment and I forgot about them. And now they're dead. All of them. I am a fish murderer. Trust me, you don't want the photo for this one.

Arsenic hour toesday

This is what happens when arsenic hour gets too tough to take. When bub's screaming coz you fed her, coz you bathed her, coz you breathed for chrissake. And then had the nerve to dress her, you unworthy minion. And when you are about to steel yourself for the final scream of indignity at the inhumanity of swaddling but realise that she has outgrown the jumpsuit you have fought long and hard to get her into, do you dare to take her out of it and put her in something else? By gods, no, you get a pair of scissors, get those adorable feet out of the way, and cut the frickin socks out of it.

We call her Nibbler