My week: you’re so vain, you probably think the blog is about you …

Don’t you, don’t you!

Why do I love that song so much?

Anyways … more about that later.

Happy Mother’s Day to all my mum readers out there. I’m celebrating by going to an 8am pump class at the gym … woo-hoo!

There will also be a ceremonial opening of my gifts from the school Mother’s Day stall, which won’t have quite the usual place in my heart because my children didn’t chose the presents. They were picked by their teachers and classmates because the girls were at Parliament House watching their Aunty give her maiden speech. It’s not every day that your sister-in-law and former flatmate gives her maiden speech as an elected politician so I’m prepared to let it slide.

While Thursday was all sausage rolls and champers at Parly House, there is always a good dose of mundane in your week when you’re a single school mum.

For example, I did two stints on the canteen at netball on Friday night … much longer stints than I’d been expecting because – surprise – people didn’t turn up for their shifts. Sigh. So I missed both the girls’ games. Sigh.

But I secretly enjoy a volunteering stint because I know so many school parents these days that it’s one long chat-fest.

It was also very entertaining because I manned the canteen with blokes the second time around. Blokes are totally out of their depth in a canteen and far more at home on BBQ duty. I know that sounds terribly sexiest, but the panic on their faces as they tried to negotiate the till and arrange sausage sizzle bread on serviettes was a cack.

It’s also funny to chat to strangers and belatedly discover they’re someone you know’s ex-husband or ex-wife. And it throws you a bit because they’re nothing like you expected. And you know waaaaaaay too much about them …

In other inane news …

I decided my Facebook profile picture was long overdue for replacement. Then realised I hate every single photo I have of myself. Even the eldest knocked back a few, saying “No, you look really old in that one.”

Finally I found one of me wearing big sunglasses that we both could live with. Although if you take a close look it gives the impression I need to floss (it’s actually my brace, I think/hope). And all these people “liked” it and I felt terribly vain … but also like I was stuck with it for ages because it would feel even vainer to change it again and look like you were chasing even more “likes.”

Ah, it’ s a funny old place inside my head. On with the show …

Here’s what went down at Housegoeshome …

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>> On Monday it was all about Logies 2015: my fave selfies

>> On Tuesday I wondered whether teen hormones would destroy how well my kids are handling their parents’ separation. And I was back in celebrity selfie heaven for the Met Gala.

>> On Wednesday a few people offered to set me up with blokes after I blogged about Dating and Rejection.

>> On Thursday I had a Vietnamese moment and it was gooooooood.

>> Friday was about me crying in Parliament House … and the awesome reason why I blubbed.

>> And Saturday was about my Shocker Way To Start The Day.

Meanwhile at Kidspot …

>> Heidi Klum revealed her dad filmed her giving birth FOUR TIMES (eeek, eeeek, eeek) >> http://kidspot.me/1ckMF0a

Among the amusing Facebook comments: “My husband, mum and dad were there for my first son’s birth. No one was allowed to film though!! Mum and dad were off to the side so they didn’t see the business end of things Ps…Dad opted to babysit rather then be there for the next 2 births!!” And “Omg. That is ummmm wrong. That is the last place i would ask my dad to be with a camera.”

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>> How Ashton Kutcher set the bar VERY high for Mother’s Day.

>> It seems everyone’s forgotten to wear undies to the Met Gala this year. Check out the pics >> http://kidspot.me/1ESSMDr

>> ABC questions whether parents should read to their kids at bedtime

>> My biggest story of the week, people went gaga: It’s a Wiggle wedding!

>> Aussies don beanies for Carrie Bickmore’s cancer fight

>> Our favourite Logies moments: You won’t believe what Dave Hughes said to Carrie Bickmore … plus the pic Larry Emdur must be wishing he HADN’T posted when he woke up the next morning http://kidspot.me/1GHvTiW

>> Celebrity mums get Logies ready >> kidspot.me/1K25cZe

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>> Inside David Beckham‘s 40th birthday party – it was both wildly extravagant and oddly down-to-earth … have a look.

How was your week? 

Song of the day: Carly Simon “You’re so vain” (“you probably think this song is about you” YEAH, because IT IS)

Isn’t it glorious …

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and…

You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? don’t you?

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and…

I mean – can you imagine having all the girls dream that they’d be your partner while wearing an APRICOT SCARF … in 2015!

But mainly I love the song because it IS about him. Is that an Alanis version of irony?

Oooops, sorry, mammoth blog today when you have better things to do … like cook your own Mother’s Day lunch.

Is that Alanis irony as well?

xoxoxo

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