the end was just the beginning
My eldest's school band performed at the Sydney Opera House last night, as part of the Festival of Choral Music. She was very chuffed. It was Husband's custody night, so I tried to get out of going (eldest on stage for 5 minutes, countless strangers' children on stage for the other 120 minutes). But Husband... Continue Reading →
And that reputation is well deserved. I invited my sister over for lunch yesterday and she had to keep reminding me not to tell anyone things we were discussing because of my tendency to over-share. Is there an Over-sharers' Anonymous? Because I need to join. Because I can't stop. People often regard the blog as... Continue Reading →
I've become something of an exercise freak over the past six months. Prior to Husband leaving, exercise was something I did because I thought I should. But my heart wasn't really in it. After he left it was something I did out of necessity. I'd step into a gym class or put my runners on... Continue Reading →
After eight hours of blissful (assisted ... Thank you Bea) sleep on Saturday night, I was feeling pretty damn good. I thought. The new house was almost unpacked (thank you - again - Fee, Hels, Wendy, Mum, Dad and Adrian); it was looking very cosy, the kids were delighted with their new rooms, and Husband... Continue Reading →
Well, not forever. This isn't some desperate cry for attention before I do something stupid. I just want to be blissfully unconscious for seven or so hours every night. That's not too much to ask, is it? Except I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep for nigh on six months now. And it's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday it finally happened - I moved out of my home of seven years and into a rental. This blog was supposed to be about all my favourite memories of the house - like celebrating the eldest's beach themed birthday (as seen above) a few years back. But I feel completely unsentimental right now so... Continue Reading →
What the flipping heck is going on between Orlando Bloom, Erica Packer, James Packer and Miranda Kerr? Even the blokes at my work couldn't stop talking about it today. I was absolutely gobsmacked when the pics of Orlando and Erica at the beach surfaced. WTF? Just in case you've been living under a rock and... Continue Reading →
I don't want to pack up my house. I'm sick of it. I want to curl up in a ball and curse the world instead. Don't worry, it's a passing phase. I'll be all sweetness and light once this shite fight is over. I am giddy 90% of the time, trust me. But right now,... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome celebrated it's 3rd birthday this week and I forgot. In my defence, I've been a little distracted. In a stressful but good way. I'm feeling really excited about moving house and moving on generally. A corner has definitely been turned. That's not to say I haven't felt deeply pissed off about packing up the... Continue Reading →
When people come to dinner I ALWAYS check if there are things they don't eat. It's probably because Husband was so thingy about pork products - he'd always hassle me to remind hosts because they'd invariably serve it up (my sister made a habit of it when my marriage started to crumble, bless her). Anyone... Continue Reading →
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