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 happen BUT… it’s doable. You can…
I refuse to be redundant
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 with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of heart. I feel sad today,…
Time alone
When my kids were little I would crave time alone like a drug. Between family and work, it felt like every minute of every day was accounted for by service and I just wanted to hang out with me for a moment or two. Sometimes I would drive to the shops for milk and stay in the…
Teach me how to work around my family
‘Teach me how to do something I’m rubbish at’ is a series that encourages the clever clogs wearers of the world to show us less clever types how to do the things we’ve always wanted to do. These last school holidays made me more aware than ever that I cannot seem to do work and look…
Gotta fight harder to have it all
You know what really gets me fired up about the whole backlash against the ‘have it all’ promise? (Read these articles here and here if you are curious why I’m launching this grenade again). The thing that really, really fires me up is the fact that no one ever questions why it’s perfectly okay for a job…
The shoeless cobbler
I used to make jokes about the fact that I was like the cobbler’s wife who had no shoes. Married to a banker with no budget and no financial plan to speak of. Now I’m the cobbler I have a new understanding. Ever since I started my wonderful new job as the editor of Kidspot’s…
Cleaning wish list
I’m considering getting a cleaner. I had a cleaner for 1 week back in 2005. LOML gave me a cleaner for my birthday when I was 7 months pregnant with Cappers, Maxi was 11 months old and I was working 3 days a week. I thought I couldn’t possibly find time to clean the house…
Unlocking the cage
I know the thought of working outside the home terrifies some mothers, but the thought of not working terrifies me more. I’ve had a job of one kind or another since I was 13 years old and working for someone defines me in so many ways. After twenty years, the rhythm and jolt of corporate life…
Work / life integration
My life as a ‘working mother’ is not something that I talk about half as much as I’d like on my blog. Naturally it comes up from time to time, but to give it the same amount of focus that it has in my real life, well… I think my corporate job would bore the…
Putting those balls down
No, this isn’t a man-hating post (har, har, I crack myself up… I hope you read my title, otherwise I’ll just be looking like a total nutter right about now… maybe still?) ANYWAY. No, this is a post about putting down the ‘juggling balls’ of motherhood. I hate to tell you this, but I’m SO…