Archive for January, 2013
House husband 7 – Anxiety
I’ve been having absurd dreams of conflict and anxiety. In one dream I parked my car inside a city building and flew into a rage when it was towed away, abusing a man in a wheelchair because he’d ordered the tow.
House husband six – reality
After getting back from Yamba we went to visit a friend, Anne, for coffee. Angus had milk. After the feed, Kristine held him out. During the handover, he leaked a small amount of milk down his chin, onto my fingers.
‘Oh no,’ I said. ‘He threw up on me.’ Kristine and Anne laughed.
