H has three young children. She may not have a career, but she dares anyone to suggest she does not work.
She’s been doing this parenting gig for a few years now, and still has no idea what’s going on. There are days she wishes that the kids came with instruction manuals.
For now, she remains undecided whether she should let her children have a childhood and play their afternoons away, or start preparing them for university algebra NOW.
After having moved cities and homes several times over in the past many years, H wonders if she is any closer to a permanent home.
H has few bad habits and even less good ones. She loves filing and hates exercise. She indulges in the former and accepts that the latter must be done, especially when the tummy is this flabby, no thanks to three pregnancies.
H would love to be a writer some day.
