So, in my day to day life, a lot of my guilt quota is consumed [quite literally] with feeling bad about something I ate.
And occasionally some short lived contrition for being mad at my husband purely because he’s not Harry Styles.
When I have the emotional space for indulging myself in other forms of conscience Continue reading
I feel like the title of this post is overwhelmingly inaccurate as a representation of my true feelings about Disney Pixar’s latest release. Because I didn’t just love it… Continue reading
When you find out you’re pregnant there are so many decisions ahead of you; breast or bottle, cloth or disposable, cameleon or donkey (prams not pets). Doctors. Hospitals. Names. Birth plans. Nursery furniture. It’s just one big long list of things to do and stuff to pick. Continue reading
I’d just like to thank the good people at Bunnings Warehouse for nearly killing my children.
Now, to be fair, usually on an outing to Bunnings I am quite capable of nearly killing my own children. Continue reading
And I’m not cool with it.
It feels like yesterday I was being handed a tiny, squawky, shmoo covered baby who looked up at me with big blue eyes, a wrinkley pink forehead and promptly shat on me.
What with such an inauspicious start, I was hopeful that my little baby Continue reading
So it’s time again for I spy with my little eye… Our fortnightly feature of something awesome and/or amazing and/or inspiring! Let’s be honest, it’s usually all three! And it definitely is this week. Continue reading
Of all my very favourite things about having littles and being a stay at home mum, dinner time is not one of them.
In fact. I hate dinner. There I said it.
Hushed silence.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have a strange phobia Continue reading
The day I was told the amazing (but admittedly daunting) news that I was expecting fraternal twins I typed four fateful words into a google image search.
Twin pregnancy baby belly.
The results were as one might expect. Continue reading
It’s 5:01 on a Friday afternoon.
I’ve been (actively) mummy to just a baby for most of today.
This doesn’t usually happen. It is an extreme rarity (otherwise known as a cold day in hell) Continue reading
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I say fourth, because even though he came first (our much anticipated parental test run… Mutt-ernity if you will), as each of our children came along, as is the natural order of things, our dog shifted down a rung in the pecking order. Continue reading
