The onslaught of pink advertising banners and sales on kitchen gadgets and preparation for stalls is in full swing which means only one thing – Mother’s Day is around the corner. That one day of the year that’s supposed to be about you but often ends up being about compromise, guilt and shattered expectations. Ugh. Continue reading
Just like Wile E. Coyote – so close, yet so far!
Today I had a parenting wail. Not the kind where you hide in a cupboard eating chocolate praying for a minute’s peace. No, this is that situation where you were so excited at what you thought was a 100% winner but at the last minute the wheels fall off and it’s a fail. There was potential, shit there was almost genius, but you misjudged your audience. Continue reading
The only good thing about friends and family moving to far-flung destinations is that you have an excuse to travel and (hopefully) a bed to crash in. Last week, we took advantage of such a situation!
Last year, one of Naomi’s best friends took off to Auckland on an 18 month New Zealand adventure thanks to a change in her working arrangements. Having never been to New Zealand, I knew that at some point during their stay over there we’d visit and I was excited! I had never been to the land of the long white cloud. Continue reading
Earlier this week after a particularly trying day, we braved the McDonald’s drive thru so I could get a much-needed coffee. We ordered and paid on autopilot, not giving anything too much thought. As we moved up to the next window, the little dude pipes up and says “Would you like your receipt? She forgot to ask you that.” I almost died, and I realised that maybe I’d got one too many drive through coffees lately! Continue reading
“We saw a police car rescuing someone for driving too fast. He fell on the ground because he wanted to get away from the policeman. They pushed him on the floor. He wasn’t dead though. He was just laying on the floor. There wasn’t blood though.”
-Little Dude, big school, day 4.
This is what the little dude told us happened on an excursion today. It’s precisely why I am excited that he has started school, to listen to him retell the days event without us putting things in context for him. And it’s been rippers like this all week! Continue reading
Fashion. I’ve never been one to give much thought to it. As an overweight female I wear what fits. I’ve given even less thought to children’s fashion. Until I met my partner I didn’t even consider kids clothes as fashion, more just as ‘play smocks’ or necessary body coverings. I have learnt that I am (apparently) wrong. Continue reading
Home sweet home. After four weeks in hospital it was an overwhelming relief to walk through the doors to our home. The familiar mess in the lounge room, our messy bed, children’s books strewn across the floor and one very pathetic feline! The problem with being home though is that often people assume that everything is back to normal. I know that we’ll settle into a new ‘normal’ but our life is so far from what we know as normal. A psychologist described it as a ‘complex and challenging situation’. She’s not wrong. Continue reading
This week in my New Idea column, I wrote about telling your kids you have cancer. Talking to our little man about my diagnosis has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. When he looks at me with his gorgeous little face, pleading for me to play with him it’s hard to say no. Continue reading
Today has been a shitty day. I’ve cried for almost the entire second half of it and it’s only 6pm. Two hours of that was spent sitting on the deck getting fresh air to try and make me feel better (didn’t work) and wiping snot on my shirt because I was too lazy to go get the tissues. Continue reading
Not long after our son first came to live with us, I was around at my parent’s house with him. After playing with all the standard toys for a while he rushed into the spare room. My mother laughed. “I know what he’s gone to get,” she said. As his giggles subsided, I heard it. The most evil of noises, the most horrible sound – a small, plastic toy lawn mower. Continue reading