"I Quit Sugar" queen Sarah Wilson was the subject of an ABC article last week that focussed on her anxiety issues. I could relate to much of what she wrote. The anxiety has been strong in this one recently. When I wake in the middle of the night, sometimes literally with a gasping start, it... Continue Reading →

The ex and I joined forces for our last primary school birthday soiree over the weekend, to celebrate the youngest turning 11. She wanted on a "party boat" on Pittwater, come hell or high water (or torrential, incessant rain). We had to cancel the party the weekend prior because of the unsafe conditions and things... Continue Reading →

My ex is turning 50 this weekend and it's freaking me out on so many levels. First level ... my ex is turning the big 5-0. How on earth is the wild 24-year-old I first met waaaaay back in the early '90s turning 50? That's just SCARY. I've only known DD since he was post-50,... Continue Reading →

Isn't it always the way? You start working for an awesome boss, then they announce less than a year later that they're leaving. Sigh. It's been a crazy few days in the workplace, putting together the comms for my CEO, Sandra Przibilla resigning. She's been with the organisation for more than 10 years and has... Continue Reading →

There must be days when you read HouseGoesHome and wonder if I deliberately do daft things just so I can blog about them. How else could so much melodrama be crammed into one suburban single mum life? Today is one of those days. This is a rush-job blog post because it's the youngest's 11th birthday... Continue Reading →

"There is an easy standoff between the two kinds of mother which sometimes makes it hard for us to talk to each other. I suspect that the non-working mother looks at the working mother with envy and fear because she thinks that the working mum has got away with it. And the working mum looks... Continue Reading →

A lot has happened - and not happened - over the past few days. Turning 49 wasn't too bad at all. If I didn't have so many wrinkles, I'd be positively buoyant about it. (Though I am a little put out that I had both a pimple and period pain for my 12-months-til-I'm-50 birthday, where's... Continue Reading →

Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee! It's already shaping up to be a good one, albeit with a few quirks. But I figure quirks are part of the territory when you're 12 months off the big 5-0. There's the pile of gold-polka-dot-wrapped birthday gifts waiting on the dining table from my kids via my ex-husband ... There's... Continue Reading →

My ex dropped off an armload of presents yesterday for the kids to give me on my birthday. It was a nice gesture. Our marriage crashed and burned, but he tries to do the right thing post separation. He did the same when my dad ended up in hospital twice following his recent heart attack,... Continue Reading →

It's odd the things you get opinionated about. Recently, I've become all mouthy about cocktails. You should hear me muttering at my desk at work: "Not more farking flower garnishes! Spare me the dried blood orange slices! Smoke ... yawn! Pink drinks are SO last year!" It's weird that I feel so passionately about it... Continue Reading →