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.
This post contains lots of swear words. I don’t talk about my ‘birth stories’ all that often on this here internet because there seems to be a lot of women out there sharing their ‘birth stories’ and I stand firmly by the Duchess’s statement that “There’s no getting away from the fact that that shit … Continue reading It’s not oversharing: Why mothers tell their birth stories over and over again.
As Australia is hit by an Antartic blast of cold wind and snow even here in sunny Queensland, every lady’s worst nightmare of dry skin and itchy legs has become a grim reality. WTF Antartica? Is this your way of saying “Keep eating those donut’s guuurrrl cos you are gonna need a layer of grease … Continue reading How to Stay Moisturised this Winter #CheapArseTuesdays
Warning: This post contains swears. The first great weekend of being with my Shewolf pack and our collection of what felt like a thousand children occurred over the weekend on a little farm in the Far North Coast of NSW just in sight of Mt Warning. Six women and their kids rattled around the farmhouse … Continue reading Talking About the Nothings With My SheWolves.
Warning: This post contains the odd swear. Aah the moshpit of adolescence. A time of looking like a half grown chicken as you foray into a myriad of awkward social interactions and find solace in your chosen ‘group’, underpinned by hormonal upheaval and disgusting skin complaints. At our high school there were clearly defined ‘groups’. … Continue reading Grow up; we’re not in high school anymore.
Hairdressers are like your jeans or a Year 9 boyfriend: irrationally and completely irreplaceable- the idea of losing them sends you into panicky my-life-is-over moments. Until you realise that just like 14-year old boys, there are plenty more hormone driven fish in the sea ready to do weird things to your hair. When we moved … Continue reading Why hairdressers are hard to leave and worse to cheat on.
The stars aligned the other night and I managed to have dinner sans children or menfolk with three of my dearest friends. It was wonderful and bloody awful. As friendships go I suppose we've all lasted the test of time and weird phases involving distant lands and partner choice since finishing high school and going off on our … Continue reading Information Emotionload: Why Sometimes Dinner With Friends Really Sucks.