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Mr 4 started school last week. I’m still in denial about the whole thing. As it turns out, so was he, because he hated saying goodbye in the morning and burst into tears during several drop-offs last week. I know that it takes time for kids to get used to the whole idea of “big school” and I absolutely expected there to be tears. But knowing this didn’t make tearing
It’s early. Eddoes is already on his way to work but the rest of the house is fast asleep. Well… I can hear Mr Z stirring in his room. I need to drink this coffee and eat this bacon and egg roll quickly or else it’s going to stay here abandoned on the kitchen bench for the rest of the day. Mr 4 has already woken once and I managed
Last week I went to visit a female GP for my 6 week postpartum check-up. It was weird. Even though she wasn’t my regular GP (ours is a dude and I wanted to talk female to female), I went in thinking I’d at last get a chance to talk to her about how I’m going physically and emotionally after labour. Either I have warped memories or things have changed drastically since
I’ve spent a fair bit of time over the last couple of days wallowing in self-doubt. Up until Thursday I was ok (in fact, better than ok) but the precarious walls of my “confidence” came tumbling down over something really dumb. The embarrassing part about this is what triggered the self-doubt. It was a LinkedIn request from someone who had a really impressive profile and about a gazillion articles and publications to their
I’ve been sitting in the baby’s room, rocking back and forth in our brand new antique white Valco baby nursing chair for the better part of an hour. Instead of writing anything down (something I’ve been wanting to do for days), I’ve found so many other things to do instead. I’ve checked and responded to my emails, continued the process (a surprising and painstakingly long process because I always forget how
Mr 4 has fallen asleep and I’m really tempted to nap too. It’s a cloudy, cold afternoon here in Sydney and all the weather reports are telling us to prepare for another weekend of severe storms. Nothing quite like storm weather to get me in the mood for sleep. Although really, it doesn’t take much for me to want sleep… I love sleep. Even more so now that I’m 32
Uh… so I ate a lot over Christmas, and gained a few kilos as a result. Actually, if I’m honest, despite my attempt to get fitter and healthier by exercising everyday, I’d already started gaining weight in October. I had to buy pants the next size up because the button of my work pants literally burst off. It probably doesn’t help that hubby and I went on a (*ahem* unintentional) food safari across
I am a bit of a tech addict. I work in front of a computer all day, and when I’m not at my desk I’m usually reading an e-book on my iPad or checking social media on my mobile phone. Obviously this is in part because it’s my job to check and manage social media, but I am also conscious that life goes on (and can be, in fact, much more
I. Am. Exhausted. I am cursing the aluminium casing of this Macbook Air because it adds another level of cold to my cracked hands and frostbitten fingers. My nose has started to drip like a tap, and under every sneeze is the rumble of a coarse, chesty cough. Not that I’m surprised. This is what happens in winter when a fluey three year old is coughing in your face for five out of
It’s 1:43pm, and I’m sculling down a second bottle of apple cider. Really, what I need is a few shots of Vodka. If you’d just spent the morning wiping up wee and trying to work out what the f*k one is meant to do with a child’s poo, you’d be feeling the same way. Mr 2 is upstairs. I’m pretty sure he’s wide awake. In fact, he’s probably lying in his bed,
I want to share with you what happened this morning… because, if you’re a parent who’s wondered what type of permanent damage you’ve done to your kid, this is going to make you feel really good about yourself. Mr 2 and I were at Blaxland Riverside Park, Newington. We’d just finished eating breakfast at The Armory Wharf Cafe and I thought it’d be nice to spend a few hours at the playground before I dragged
