Warning: There are definitely swears in this post. I am in a real shit of a mood this week and it’s only Monday. That doesn’t bode well for the rest of the poor gits in my family. There are a number of contributing factors to this shittiness: my ability to keep the house even slightly hygienic … Continue reading Getting older, needles and spilt milk
Warning: This post contains the odd swear word. Because I'm talking about work. I’ve recently re-entered the world of work and I’m going to be pretty honest- I’m not doing that great at it. A while ago I wrote a post about the fact that I had too many choices as a privileged, educated woman … Continue reading Help- I’m drowning in a puddle of work.
I had three brothers and grew up on a farm which involved a lot of mud, cubby (fort) making and cow shit throwing. It was idyllic even with all that masticated grass getting around in your hair. I was called a tomboy. I wore shorts almost exclusively. My brothers didn’t leave me out of their … Continue reading Boys are beautiful despite the fart jokes
White lies. Big lies. Blow your mind lies. I’ve told them all and no, I’m not a pathological liar: just a Mum trying not to lose her mind. Here’s why I do it: Nutrition and Health There’s so many reasons why I lie to my children about food it could be a whole other … Continue reading 7 reasons why I lie to my children on a daily basis.
Warning: This post contains many varied swear words. My husband and I have fought about some pretty inane things over the last eight years of marriage. Our dalliances in the world of verbal sparring have increased since having children with the added dimension of ‘silent treatment’ and the phrase which hitherto I’d only used as … Continue reading How We Learnt to Fight More Effectively In Our Marriage.
Maybe I'm a slow learner or just a bit stupid, but you'd think after being a mother for nearly seven years now, I'd KNOW that any expectations I have about what and how my kids will do at any given moment would be a little more realistic by now. Nope. Just stupid I guess. Once a week … Continue reading You are a mother now: Expectations are futile.
I am close to imploding on this fine Sunday afternoon. Mrs Woog (a veritable powerhouse in the Australian blogging stakes) and I will be having cocktails this afternoon at Miss Moneypenny’s, a bar just down the road in Noosa. Earlier this morning I was telling The Socialite all about this wonderous meeting when she turned … Continue reading What is a blog and why should I read yours?