Lots of Facebook posts about introverts have been popping up on my Facebook feed lately and giving me pause. I've been banging on about being an introvert for a gazillion years, but my doubts are steadily growing. I don't quite know WHAT I am any more. So it's time for a little introspection ... just... Continue Reading →

After Husband and I separated earlier this year, my eldest smashed my heart into a few more pieces when she sadly noted that "we won't be a family anymore." But magically, nine months later, we still are. Yesterday the four of us headed to Sydney's eastern suburbs for our annual ritual: a Sculpture By The... Continue Reading →

I love it when a plan comes together. I hate it when it doesn't. But I am trying to be a zen mama (these days), so I'm keeping my cool about the eldest's birthday party plans hitting a major stumbling block. The party was supposed to be at my sister's house. My sister has a... Continue Reading →

I cried as I wrote this post. God knows why. My psyche works in mysterious ways sometimes. Well, yesterday WAS a little intense. Maybe that's the answer. It started with a crushing parent-teacher meeting. The youngest is the most rat cunning eight-year-old I know, but she's struggling with her schoolwork. And it's kinda my fault.... Continue Reading →

Are you one of those blessed people who feel completely at ease during moments of public nudity? I'm soooo not. I've finally made my peace with my kitchen kit-off sessions, while availing myself of the delights of Mel's (Spray) Tans. But I still squirm around under a towel while struggling into my undies in public swimming pool... Continue Reading →

My youngest is a sporty little poppet. Ask what she wants to do for fun and she will invariably reply: "Go to the park!" Her favourite birthday present EVER is her Heely roller shoes. Our social lives revolve around going places with smooth surfaces so she can glide. There are two very important items on... Continue Reading →

Writing yesterday's blog sent me on a trip down memory lane. I've been trawling through HouseGoesHome's back catalogue. It's a painful exercise because those old posts are filled with so many clues and laced with so much anger that I wasn't conscious of feeling at the time. Three years ago I wrote a post called... Continue Reading →

Remember me fretting about going on my first RSVP date and wondering whether I should mention the blog? Well, my sister was a little perturbed when she read that post. She messaged me saying: "Is that an old blog?" Because she knew I'd already been on the first date ... Erm, I may have massaged the... Continue Reading →