My mouth actually formed an "o" last night when I realised it's been eight years since I left magazines. Eight years! Housegoeshome was launched on July 28, 2011, a month after my career at ACP Magazines concluded following a 20-year tenure. It was such a different Household back then. Here's my first ever blog post:... Continue Reading →

I've had a soft spot for Simon Baker since we almost went swing dancing together in New York in the '90s. In case you missed that little vignette from my past life ... I was visiting New York on a round- the-world ticket and a friend suggested I meet an Aussie expat she knew over... Continue Reading →

Since the youngest became permanently bedridden from nasal surgery, my lunch breaks have taken a rather hectic turn. I would normally pop to the gym on Mondays and Thursdays for a pump class and spend my other lunch hours at my desk eating leftovers. Not this week. Here’s how yesterday's lunch break went down: Drive... Continue Reading →

There’s so much stuff I haven't had a chance to tell you because I’ve been caught up with post-op mothering. Where do I start? The eldest has purple hair now. ... which means I have a purple bathroom now ... I had to touch the rats yesterday after they knocked out the tunnel between their... Continue Reading →

I’ve been movie marathoning with the youngest while she's laid up in bed. I grabbed a handful of DVDs at JB Hi-Fi on Saturday to keep us entertained. When my ex called the youngest and she told him about my trek, he was perplexed. "Why doesn't she just use Netflix?" he asked. "Because mum doesn't... Continue Reading →

The youngest and I have survived another day of blood and mucus and pain. Well, I didn't have any pain, other than my usual middle-aged aches. But I did see a lot of blood and mucus, especially during the inaugural saline nasal wash ... we’re moving to three daily now, I'm hoping my involvement winds... Continue Reading →

You don't expect to feel lucky when you're mopping streams of blood and mucus from your daughter's nose as she lies woebegone in bed. But I did. The youngest was horrified that I was cleaning her up. She asked how I could stand it. She said she'd be retching if she was doing it to... Continue Reading →

I rued my single mum life on Monday night as I packed away the groceries at 10.30pm. Geez it's relentless sometimes. Monday was - as previously noted - a bit stressy. It started with me waving DD off in an Uber to the airport, then collecting the sick youngest from the train station, taking them... Continue Reading →

I'd just waved DD off in his Uber to the airport yesterday when the youngest texted to say she'd made it halfway to school and was too sick to continue ... could I pick her up ... like, now? Teenagers are a little fuzzy on logistics  -she had no concept of how long it would take... Continue Reading →

I packed my wetsuit and drove to DD's on Saturday, hoping for a swim. It's still 21C in the water, though it was a brisk 18C out of it. DD had other ideas: he took me on a ferry ride to Ettalong instead. Cunning diversion! We haven't done the Palm Beach to Ettalong ferry thing... Continue Reading →