I’m stunned and overwhelmed and cheered and heartbroken and filled with joy over the response to my post about being missing from my children’s childhood. But I’m not surprised, not really. We mums have been missing from family photos for years and years and it’s time we jumped back #inthepicture. Being insecure and self-conscious and shy just isn’t…
I can never put myself back in the picture
I love photography and I hate photos of myself, but even I was surprised when I couldn’t find a single recent shot of myself and my children. Not one. I frantically started scrolling back through months and months and then years and years of photos, thousands and thousands of photos, and found about three photos of…
Judging others and how to stop
You know how we all judge but we know it’s wrong to judge so we all pretend we never judge? We say things like, “whatever works for that family” and “she’s doing what’s right for her” and “she’s living her own truth” and stuff like that? And then deep inside we’re actually saying, “OMG, what’s…
Don’t be scared of being scared
I used to have an irrational fear of my children feeling fear. See, I told you it was irrational. I’m scared of a lot of things. I’m scared of parties, politics and the weird elongated men that hide under my bed and try to grab my ankles if I don’t leap into bed from at…
Chintz and the art of grooming
I went into No Chintz this morning to check out their drawer knobs (as you do). It’s actually rare that I go into a physical shop these days, so enamoured am I with the online shopping choice and convenience. Even though I love him dearly, my postie hates me. It’s all those heavy parcels. Anyway,…
In other news… I got new glasses
Do you wear glasses? If you are a goggle-wearer like me, you will understand the pain that is selecting a new pair of glasses to wear every single day on your face right in front of your own and everyone else’s nose. It’s torture. Mind you, I was whinging about the selection process while I…
The beat of my drum
Two brilliant bloggers have raised me up this week. That’s me at the top of the mountain, waving hello and beating my drum. Al’s post over at the Fibro about making time to write really struck a chord with me. Not the bit about feeling like I should be mothering 24/7 and not doing stuff…
(Never) learning from my mistakes
I burnt my porridge this morning. In any given week I burn my porridge at least two times, sometimes three. Funny, because I only have porridge for breakfast three times a week. I put the porridge on the stove, I stir it, I pop the lid on to bring it to the boil, I walk…
I don’t like you, so why am I desperate for you to like me?
There is something that I had hoped that I would have grown out of by now. Actually, there are a lot of things that fit that category (drinking too much, not menu planning, giggling at farts), but for now, we’ll focus on the big one. My suckyupedness when I think someone doesn’t like me. I…
No crane required
I was a wailing mess by the time the ambulance arrived to cart me off to hospital. They calmed me down, made me laugh, got me out of my ridiculously difficult to access home and made me cry and cry all over again. I’m always very teary around the caring professions. I think care and…