My good friend (I can call her a friend, we have met in ‘real life’, if briefly at treefest) has, in my mind, the best parenting commentary blog in the sphere (the blogosophere, that is what we’re calling it now?). If you don’t believe me check out her recent post - Disemvowelling
I’m no newbie to the whole TLA thing (that’s three letter abbreviations, by the way), it was a standing joke in the ranks at cadets and the TA, but I’d rather be called a TLA or an FLA (four?) than a housewife. Euch.. Am I married to the house. No. Well, actually, now I come to think of it… No, I am not. Just because I am married with child does not make me a housewife, if it is necessary to categorize then how about ‘unemployed by choice’, or, as MaL says ‘mother’ would do just fine, I’m a mother, and that takes plenty time in itself, thank you very much.
One Response to “Talking of TLA’s and Titles”
Gosh, thanks Erica. You’ve made my day with what you said. Let’s hope we run into each other again soon.