Eid Mubarak! Here’s a Husbandfile
Me: Waleed, – (mumble mumble mumble) – HF: What? I can’t hear what you said so I’m just going to make something up. No Abez, I don‘t believe you can talk to dolphins. Me: Oh boy… 😀
Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
Me: Waleed, – (mumble mumble mumble) – HF: What? I can’t hear what you said so I’m just going to make something up. No Abez, I don‘t believe you can talk to dolphins. Me: Oh boy… 😀
Carseat Lullabye Cuts and bruises, bruises and scarsThat we got from toying with other carsWhen the road was more than enough to shareAnd really, they could have gone anywhereRather than both try to fill the same spotOn a Tuesday so tired when the road was…
And apparently it enjoys playing with Bebeface’s toys
We interrupt this Ramadan introspection with a late-breaking Husbandfile. Me: We need to do something about the front gate, there’s no way to see behind it when somone rings the bell. I could be opening the door for anyone. We need to put one of…
Once upon a time, Ramadan was really, really sacred. Owlie and I read Qur’an aloud each night, broke our fast on as little food possible, had reasonably small dinners and felt light and alive and grateful. This Ramadan is hugely disappointing, I feel like a…