Sorry, I’ve been such a neglectful bitch.
I guess it’s that thing where you get happy and busy in life and all the things you’d write about or whinge about don’t seem as important. Maybe?
Plus, I have another blog so I’ve been doing all my writing over there, and it requires me to be … Read the rest
I think that’s a given. Or a known. But although it is known that chicks whinge, not every (or many) guys seem to know what to do with that (beyond feel hounded, criticised or nagged) and not every (or many) woman accepts it’s OK for her to do that or always knows how … Read the rest
I have had what could only be described as a sensational year. Which is not to say it didn’t have it’s challenges, but if you told me that by the end of 2015 I would be here I may not believed you EXCEPT that I was clear that here is where I wanted to be, … Read the rest
I want to tell a story about yesterday. And then perhaps it will make sense.
My youngest daughter – the JBaby – turned 5 yesterday. It seems crazy to me that my littlest little is now 5 years old. How did that happen? How could I have foreseen where 5 years would take us?
The … Read the rest
Yep. It’s going to be whinge central. So if you’re not bothered with whinging or my middle-class Bogan drama please stop reading. If you feel the need to tell me to feel grateful for the opportunity to go on overseas holiday and that I have healthy children, please just don’t. Not today. Not ever. I … Read the rest
I feel like it could only happen to me. To get my first Brazilian wax totally accidently in Bali. When I did not, nor haven’t ever really, wanted a Brazilian. But anyway, for anyone else out there who wants to know how (or how not) to have thIs happen to you, here’s the low-down on … Read the rest
I’ve been having bad dreams. Not nightmares, although I wake up feeling the same way as after a nightmare. My nightmares are actually like serial-killer movies, with intense and complicated plots and an ominous feeling of evil. They make me not breathe properly and wake up startled, too scared to move in my bed momentarily … Read the rest
The weather was weaved into my childhood like a person. A moody and unpredictable type of person who had influence by what she gave and what she didn’t. I guess that would make her a woman. Prone to changing her mind. Spectacularly beautiful, harrowing, wild and angry, calm and divine, alive.
Yesterday was the warmest … Read the rest
These reason are mostly according to my fourth daughter, Miss 4. However you will see that some reasons are supported by all my children. And even me.
Sometimes I like to bemoan with her about her poor luck in her mother, and offer her options for other Mums. So far she has only requested my … Read the rest
I’m so greedy. I have 2 blogs. This one, and another one called The Goddamn Motherworker. I have two because. Because I just would. Because I thought one was about everything that wasn’t my business and one was about stuff that related to work. But I’m a life coach, so it all kind of runs … Read the rest