Hear that? Close your eyes. Listen. It’s the house in silence. [Warning: this contains swear words] No screaming or shouting or Paw Bloody Patrol or the precociousness of Sophie the Fucking First. Nothing. Just the fans whirring, maybe a car zooming past outside or a lorikeet chirping. Which is an awful long way from this … Continue reading First Day of School and a Review of Hand of Fatima
I stood in the kitchen doing the dishes the other night when my husband looked over from the computer and said: “Wow. You’re really turning me on there.” What?? Finally! Here was the evidence that I need only be a dutiful cook and great at washing dishes for a man to find me sexy! Cosmopolitan … Continue reading The Great Sleepwear Conundrum of ’16
Warning: Apart from the odd swear word, this post also contains some serious thought. Not particularly intelligent, but serious nonetheless. The last few weeks have been a blur of school holidays and getting shit done. Each day has been a running sheet of survival amongst the weeds of making food, trying to tap out some … Continue reading Finding Joy Amongst The Weeds
Warning: Swear words inhabit this post. As a university student living in a share house in Brisbane, parties were a regular facet of life. Parties at our house, other peoples’ houses, colleges, parks, pubs, on boats, at bus stops… Furniture would be rearranged, chips and beer bought, ice and eskies sourced and of course a … Continue reading Party like you’re ninety-nine
I've written before about bloggers who are doing awesome things when I explained what a blog was here. But at the end of the Problogger 7 day challenge, of which I only managed to complete four days, the final challenge is to link up with some other bloggers This seems pretty easy since it just … Continue reading Shout out to the Blogs I love
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.
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.