These past few weeks, happiness has felt like trying to catch a salmon as it leaps and darts upstream. It's shimmering and elusive, constantly slipping out of my hands. Worry keeps sleep at bay. I wake weary, daunted by the prospect of fishing all over again. I feel ashamed of my struggle. I have friends... Continue Reading →

You've probably heard of "bitchy resting face". Just in case you haven't, Wikipedia describes it as: "Resting bitch face, also known as RBF or bitchy resting face, is a term for a facial expression (or lack thereof) which unintentionally appears angry, annoyed, irritated, or contemptuous." I've often thought I suffer from this First World problem.... Continue Reading →

The eldest would happily spend every waking - and sleeping - hour wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt and Doc Marten boots. She HATES being stuck in a blue school dress five days a week. Hates it. As we were sitting outside on the couch the other night (it's still there, collecting bird poo, because... Continue Reading →

It's been an itchy-scratchy kinda week in the Household. DD's deck is usually a blissfully mozzie-free zone but the little bastards descended on Sunday night and went to town on me. I'm one of those annoying people that get bites the size of 50c pieces that hang around FOREVER. I followed it up on Monday... Continue Reading →

Or is it jealous that's a curse? It's so hot - I can't think straight. It was still 32C in my neck of the woods when I got home after 10pm last night. Thirty two freaking degrees! I was deeply envious of the hum of my neighbours' air-conditioning unit as I trudged past it to... Continue Reading →

I freaked my intern out again yesterday. I asked him to write me a press release on the drinks association's upcoming awards night. I sent a few dot points to him via email to get around the whole thick accent problem and a few minutes later his confused head popped over the partition. "Um ...... Continue Reading →

I only have a few minutes to squeeze this in ... I need to be at work at 7.15am as I'm off to a breakfast meeting in the city. Cue heavy breathing for all the wrong quickie reasons. A back-to-school week with the kids and a hectic work schedule have collided, and I'm feeling a... Continue Reading →

I have an intern working for me at the moment. He's from the greater Chicago area. He's 21 and looks a little startled to be overseas for the first time. He also had quite a bit of trouble understanding what I was saying for the first few days. I do have quite a broad Aussie... Continue Reading →

I mean, I'm almost 49. My womb has been razed to the ground by a metal device heated to 180C. It's more barren than Donald Trump's heart. But, there's something about your mum saying "maybe you're pregnant" that makes an anxious over thinker anxiously over think. Especially when your medically trained significant other (who doesn't... Continue Reading →

I haven't felt able to blog over the past few days. My mojo deserted me last week and with it went any desire or ability to tap out a post. I'm pretty sure it's chemical. I'm less than two months away from turning 49 and my body - and mind - is betraying me as... Continue Reading →