Raising kids and a little bit of hell
Have you noticed that once a kid turns 13, the school holiday entertainment tap switches abruptly off? Vacation care, day camps, even activity workshops seem to only cater for kids aged 5-12. After 12, presumably kids are free to roam the neighbourhood while their parents are at work. But your ...
I don't do well when I'm untethered. Not for me the glorious freedom of no constraints or obligations; I operate best within boundaries. I think I might fly away without them. The past couple of weeks have been all about getting to know my 'new ...
At this point in my life, I loathe socks more than I ever thought humanly possible. They bring an extra little bit of misery to daily life. Here are all the ways that socks are plotting to bring mothers around the world down: 1. They are never ...
I've been spending some time this week getting things set up for my new website and business. I'm supposed to be resting, but who can rest when there is so much to be done? I'm doing things quietly and purposefully and I don't feel rushed. For the ...
This is my new mantra: Daunting, but doable. When I feel that strange sense of heavy rising in my chest, swapping my air for panic, I take a breath and tell myself, "Yes, this is overwhelming and hard and you've got so much to learn to make it all ...
I finished up editing Mumtastic today. I've spent the past two years building the brand into something relatable and real. Mums love it because it's not click-baity or bullshitty. Brands love it because we created content that really works for them ...
I've realised over the past few months that I've got myself into a bit of a bind. With a steady stream of '"go large or go home" success stories coming at me via my Facebook feed, I've fallen into the trap of forgetting how important small ...
I've seen it around social media more and more and it makes me cringe every single time. Mums publicly calling their kid an asshole, dick, bastard, twat, bitch and even a little c*nt. I think it's supposed to be funny, but I'm not ...
The man and I celebrated a milestone this week. We met in the wee small hours at the (then) divey Strawberry Hills Hotel 21 years ago. Our romance feels all grown up and yet, surely I am still only 21 years old myself? Of course we felt the ...
Last Saturday we had 14 kids to a sleepover. They were meant to all be outside in tents, but the weather had other ideas, so instead they were all in our lounge room. Last year I swore I would never again host a slumber party and yet, there I was ...
This week has been full to the brim with Lottie birthday goodness. She is suddenly nine. We had her traditional sushi train / ice cream / Vivid Lights birthday night on Tuesday. She loves to do the same thing every year and it suits us just fine. ...