Raising children and a little bit of hell
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 is. I've decided to be small. Small is manageable, ...
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. ...
It's been a goodly while between drinks I know. I accidentally stopped writing here for a while and then I did it deliberately to see what would happen. Would I feel less busy if I removed this one thing? Would I miss it? Would you miss it? Like ...
Lottie and Max have a rather fraught relationship. They are similar personalities in many ways (don't tell them I said that), but they clash on the regular. Finding common ground when you are an 8-year-old girl and a 12-year-old boy can be ...
About three years ago, on this here blog, I talked about how desperately our bathrooms needed a renovation. Actually, I think I first mentioned a reno about five years ago, but hey, who's tracking these things? Nobody, that's who. That's part of my ...
My kids walk home from school each day, plodding a well-worn path out the back of the school, down a track past the scout hall, across a local oval and playground and down our long, winding street. It's about a 15-20 minute walk, depending on ...
"Is he sleeping through?" was the question I was most asked when Max was born. "Is he a good sleeper?" The answer was always no. It was no for a very long time indeed. I won't tell you how long because I don't want to scare new mums -- years, it ...
We all act badly sometimes and it's mortifying to get caught out doing it. I had a major road ragey turn at the intersection at the top of our street on Friday. There was a car turning right off the main road that I had to give way to, but it didn't ...