It’s making me itch

Jesus, Joseph and Mary ... who knew sitting in an examination room for 90 minutes having an allergist talk non-stop about your kid would be so exhausting? Not to mention stressful. My teeth ached like nobody’s business afterwards from all the clenching. I was a shell of a mother when we finally staggered out with... Continue Reading →

Practising self care

I have been a fairly absent parent over the school holidays. All work, very little play. Fortunately my ex came through with an Australia Day long weekend for the kids at Berowra Waters. So at least they ended the hols with a hurrah. I feel bad about them having such a mundane school break ...... Continue Reading →

Middle-aged love

Forget bouquets of flowers ... I was touched on Sunday night when DD delivered a packet of Gaviscon to my bedside table. A bunch of roses ain't gonna ease my middle-aged reflux. (Although I’ve since been told by fellow middle aged lovers that Nexium is the ultimate romantic reflux gesture.) Yesterday morning, I drove to... Continue Reading →

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