Prudence Max

Anxiety is love's greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when
a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him,
but you know he will
strangle you with his panic.( Read more... )

Lots of people want to ride with you
in the limo, but what you want is someone
who will take the bus with you
when the limo breaks down.( Read more... )

WARDED TO BARTY CROUCH SR:

Hello, sir. I would have come into the office to speak to you, but Riley is under the weather and I can't leave him.

Which exemplifies my answer on returning the work.

My husband's family have recently been targeted a great deal by the Death Eaters the last few weeks, and I cannot take the chance that my going back to work will put my children in danger. As much as I would love to come back to work cabin fever is, it's simply not possible at the moment. I am so

I am sorry.

WARDED TO AL:

I've told Mr Crouch that I won't be returning to work.

WARDED PRIVATE:

Well.

That's that.

Why is it that women have to stay home with the children? Why is it expected? Why does there have to be a war on? And my in-laws targeted? And people I know DYING.

WARDED TO CLOSE FRIENDS:

I don't suppose any of you have any time to pop around for tea soon? I think I'd fancy having a few people around who don't have imaginary friends. And I need someone to assure me that

Nothing is more relaxing that a long, hot bubble bath with no one beating on the door for you to hurry up in there. The only trouble is that I expected to hear it, so every single noise warranted some sort of start.

WARDED TO FRIENDS & FAMILY (MINUS MAC & AL):

How do you tell your husband that he picked a bouquet with your most hated flowers (including THE one that makes your allergies act up so badly you can't breathe and can barely see)? I can't even remember the last time he brought me flowers. He made breakfast this morning too, and the kids were up and dressed and everything. Breakfast was burned, sure, but it was the thought, and I really did appreciate it.

Merlin knows he tried, and I know that I should be more grateful for any bit of attention I get, but these flowers... I think the lilies are trying to kill me. I can't leave them in the house, not without sneezing my head off or my eyes itching like crazy.

You think I could pretend one of the kids knocked them over tomorrow and tossing them? I've already tried clipping the stamens and trashing them - and that helped some - but seriously. I feel like I'm crying all the time.

WARDED TO AL:

Thank you. Again. That was really nice what you did this morning.

Riley won't stop colouring on the walls. I've done everything I can think of. Asking him nicely, telling him no, giving him colouring books and construction paper. When none of that worked, I tried putting him in the corner, grounding him from the crayons, putting up parchment on the walls for him to colour on. I thought the parchment would work, I really did, but the first time, he just ripped it off and started in on the walls. The second time, I put it up there with an Unstickable Charm, but he howled and howled until I took it down. I thought the Terrible Twos were supposed to end when he turned three, but they're worse than ever.

I don't understand how Quinn could have been so quiet and calm. She barely even cried, even as a baby, and Riley is such a little hellion. Maybe I should apologise to mum and dad.

WARDED TO AL MAX:

Are you going to be home tonight in time for dinner? Should I keep it warm or just reheat it later?