the end was just the beginning
I got some "free" money at Medicare yesterday. Well, that's how it feels whenever they hand me those crisp bills. I forget about the massive outlay that lead to the minor payback. Ancient history. The Medicare office is in a shopping centre, so I did the logical thing - I spent all my free money. I got two pairs of cargo pants and... Continue Reading →
I need to find new ways to define myself. The old ones - mainly centered around work - don't apply anymore. Yet I don't feel ready to label myself as a "housewife". On our recent holiday, I nominated my profession as "editor" on all the customs forms. I haven't been an editor for years. When people ask me about... Continue Reading →
Husband stumbled out of bed at 9.30am yesterday and announced he wanted a "quiet day". Who the hell has a "quiet day" when there's a five-year-old and a seven-year-old running around? My idea of a quiet day is to curl up on the sofa with the papers and a cup of tea, have an afternoon nap,... Continue Reading →
Last night I dyed my hair. For the first time. At age 43. My grey, frazzled bits could no longer be ignored. I skipped the "essential" 48-hours-prior allergy test. Reckless, but I hate waiting. I bought my $17 box of dye at Woolies yesterday afternoon (last of the big spenders when it comes to personal grooming), and I wanted to use it... Continue Reading →
I thought it was the jetlag. Or because I was unmistakably fat again. Or my holiday booze fest. Or PMT. I've been battling this bleak malaise all week. And while all those symptoms may be partly to blame for my condition, I've decided the main cause is family fatigue syndrome. I love the Sprogs, I really, really, really do. But it's been four solid... Continue Reading →
I hate jetlag. Why do I still have jet-lag? Is it because I'm getting old? It could have been avoided by taking a sleeping tablet on the last night in Singapore and getting a decent six hours sleep instead of an inadequate two. But I stupidly googled "Unisom + alcohol" and discovered it's a bad mix (surprise). Which is a shame, because I've always found it to be a brilliant mix. The night of... Continue Reading →
OK, Luna Park wasn't so bad, despite me progressing to the low-mood phase of my jetlag. I convinced Sprog 1 to go on some less scary rides with me (though she moaned and bitched about how lame they were) to get my adrenaline racing. I was slightly worried that telling Sprog 2 to play on the kiddie rides while... Continue Reading →
Now this is more like it. Bugger swanning around in France and Spain. Grocery shopping in Northbridge, that's where it's at. Recycled toilet paper, a barbecued chook, a nod and smile to someone who seems to know me, but who I can't place for love or money. Ah, the real world. Bliss. Actually, I was a... Continue Reading →
OK, drinking two flutes of champagne, two glasses of rose and a glass (or maybe two) of white wine the night before a 4am hotel wake-up call for a 7am flight from Singapore to Sydney probably wasn't the smartest move I've ever made. But it was the last night of our holiday, we were celebrating... Continue Reading →
Yes, yes, yes! I've finally achieved carb-gasm. Thank you Singapore! Before this holiday I hadn't consumed carbs in any great quantity since Sprog 2's birth, an event that brought on a multiple disaccharide deficiency (ie an inability to process the sugars in carbs). After swearing off them pretty much exclusively for three years, I'd been... Continue Reading →
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