Battling the guilt

It was 22C yesterday … in freaking July … so you know where I went. The beach! I felt terribly guilty though, because it was my weekend with the kids. It seemed wrong to run off and have fun without them.  But they weren’t interested in swimming at the beach, plus the eldest had other […]

Wanting the happy ending

The youngest and I have been watching rom-coms all week, which makes a nice change from that underaged auto-erotic sex scene in Breath. So far we’ve seen the first two Bridget Jones movies, Wimbeldon, Love Actually and Notting Hill. Oh, and There’s Something About Mary, which is more comedy than romance and resulted in me rolling […]

Brave or foolhardy?

Someone said yesterday that I was “so brave to put so much of yourself out there” in my blog posts. It panics me when people say that. I’ve written about it before, waaaay back in 2012. I only remembered the blog post vaguely, so I looked it up last night and, oh man, I’d forgotten […]

The chemicals keep reacting

DD has been a lifesaver over the past week or so. Fortunately not in the surf, though he was a swimming instructor many moons ago. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by my rollercoaster life and making mercy dashes up to his place for swims, lunches, hugs and glasses of wine on his couch. It’s times like […]

Needles and pins

Sensing her mother’s resistance levels were low, the youngest begged to get a second piercing in her ears over the weekend. I am not a fan of second piercings. I think solo ones look much nicer. Actually, I’m not a fan of piercings at all – I’ve never had my own ears done and I’m […]

The Palestinian pigeon racer

DD and I went to a Cellarmasters wine tasting on Friday night, where I did my best impression of a wine wanker while chatting to Neil McGuigan and soliciting his opinion on everything from chardy to pinot gris and rose. Afterwards, we wandered arm in arm – DD and I, not Neil and I – […]

It’s just a name

I gave a farewell toast to my eldest child’s first and second names in my sister’s spa last night. A mini bottle of Prosecco with a gold straw. Cheers! My ex submitted the paperwork this week to change them. It’s been a little confronting to say goodbye to the names I lovingly chose all those […]

Feeling like an alien

My mind is a little blown that it’s the 50th anniversary of man walking on the moon next week. Yep, on July 22, 1969, Neil Armstrong took that amazing first step. All up, 12 people have walked on the Moon. The last person did it in 1972. I can’t believe we haven’t gone back since. […]

Solving a few things

The straws that break you can be so random and unexpected. Getting lost on Sunday night totally threw me. I woke up yesterday still struggling to return to glass-half-full normality. It wasn’t until last night that I felt the clouds beginning to lift, although I’m still a little anxious about the kids’ latest raft of medical […]

That’s pretty crazy

DD had a personal training session at 3.30am on Saturday morning. Peak cray-cray. His personal trainer was going overseas on holidays and leaving at 5.30am for the airport, so they decided to squeeze in one last workout. Fruit loops, the both of them. DD thought the same about me when I insisted on going for […]