Slow Down Sunday

Slow Down Sunday

Dave has taken the boys out this morning so I returned home from boot camp to a very rare, empty house. And I don’t know what to do with myself! This hasn’t been the best week, but not the worst either.  I’ve been a bit 

Oh yeah.  Hirschsprung’s is for life damnit.

Oh yeah. Hirschsprung’s is for life damnit.

Friday, 12th June 10pm: I’m in my bed, eating the hell out of a packet of Lindor Balls.  I just got out of the shower.  A long shower into which I took my trĂ©s classy bourbon-in-a-can and sat on the floor.  I didn’t cry, but 

Out of the house.

Out of the house.

Truth: I’m not a social mama.  I don’t have playdates scheduled weeks in advance, Nix doesn’t have a massive gang of toddler mates, we don’t do coffees at the mall, go to baby gym or playgroup.  This suits me just fine but if I’m honest, 

Some weeks.  This week.

Some weeks. This week.

Some weeks are just weird. A veritable whirlwind of accidents, events, chaotic scheduling, driving, rushing.  This week, like so many recently, was the epitome of busy.  I look back and can’t think of the cuddly, sweet moments with Nixon that were surely there right (right?!!).  

Meeting Friday with a Fistpump

Meeting Friday with a Fistpump

Every time Dave goes away for work, which is far too often at the moment, I brace myself, I fortify my parenting intentions, I pray for congenial children, I clear my schedule and I cross my fingers. Dave left at 3.30am Monday morning and it’s 

How to Have the Best Mother’s Day EVER, Simplified

How to Have the Best Mother’s Day EVER, Simplified

Preface: I truely hope all the Mama’s, the Step-mums, Foster mums, Nanas, Dads doing it solo, extended family superstars and anyone raising loved and happy little people had a amazing day yesterday however you chose to spend it x After careful, mostly, scientific analysis- you know 

Thou shalt not judge my parenting on Mondays

Thou shalt not judge my parenting on Mondays

Nix turns two in 2 months and he’s all about the tantrums.  All.  The.  Time. I can deal with this just fine, however, a grande mal paddy sometimes causes a bit of a time crunch when you are trying to leave the house by 9.30am.  God 

These are my people.  Even the toddler.

These are my people. Even the toddler.

Yesterday I turned 36. Ok.  I’m cool, just had to let that sink in for a minute. Having 2 kids with an 8.5 year age gap means that the four of us often go in different directions. If Ethan has a rugby game and it’s 

Flying by the seat of my pants.

Flying by the seat of my pants.

Last week saw the somewhat anticipated beginning of Term 2. After a lovely, lazy two weeks of school holidays E left the house last Monday happy and ready to get stuck in to another school term. Compared to holidays past, the Easter break was chilled 

The lost art of “getting shit done”

The lost art of “getting shit done”

Today I crossed one task off my to-do list and added 4 more. One. The tasks on my list are not even that onerous or time consuming.  They simply require my undivided attention for a small period of time.  Therein lies the conflict. Nixon is