the end was just the beginning
A week after husband left me I wrote a bit of a ra-ra-you-can-do-this blog post called "It's time to regenerate." It noted that my slate had been wiped clean and the world was my oyster, so there was no reason why I shouldn’t slurp it down (with a squeeze of lemon). I reminded myself I... Continue Reading →
The Sharpest Pencil asked a confronting question earlier this week: "Do you want the weekend off from your kids?" It was sparked by Rachael Finch revealing that she spends her weekends without her daughter. The Herald Sun ran a feature story on Rachael that said: On weekends, from Friday afternoon until Sunday morning, the two-and-a-half-year-old stays... Continue Reading →
Some women don't give a bugger about Mother's Day, it passes like any other Sunday. It's big in our family. Not as an excuse to shower the matriarchs with expensive gifts, but as a reason to get together. My mum is crook as Rookwood this weekend and my dad is two days out of a... Continue Reading →
I drove to Avalon Beach at 6.30am yesterday for a little piece of Indian summer. It was blissful. DD and I went for a sandy walk, had a splash in the ocean, ordered coffee and bacon rolls at a wholefood cafe called Nourished and generally felt like we were on holidays for three hours. I... Continue Reading →
You know how I delivered that holier than thou blog last week about it being time to stop making the poor-separated-me excuses and take control of my life, clean up my act, all that jazz. Well that was total shite. I don't have time to clean up my act. I'm too bloody busy. I got... Continue Reading →
My modem/router/whatever-you-call-it carked it on Friday. I didn't know it was the modem/router/whatever that had carked it at the time. I just knew my wi-fi WASN'T working. I'd let the youngest walk home by herself for the first time on the strict condition that she send me a message on her iPad the moment she... Continue Reading →
I am sooooooo proud of my 10-year-old daughter. She’s spent the weekend jumping her heart out at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships. Yep, as regular readers of HouseGoesHome know, skipping as a sport is a thing. Irregular readers: remember Malcolm McLaren’s song “Double Dutch”? Or am I much older than you? Anyway, that’s what they do... Continue Reading →
I tried my first cronut yesterday. You know, those croissant-donut hybrid thingies. There's a Zumbo patisserie near my new office and one of my new colleagues bought treats for everyone to share. Cronuts are pretty awesome ... I just don't want to think about how many calories are jammed into those buttery layers of heaven.... Continue Reading →
I've started doing some contract work for an organisation that's right up my alley: The Drinks Association. As you might guess, it's a liquor industry body. I'll be doing its social media for a bit. My first day on the job was a cushy one: a staff conference at a nearby hotel. I got to... Continue Reading →
Remember being told as a kid not to pull faces because the wind might change and leave you like that? Even though I knew it wasn't true, it still scared me a bit. And you know what? That old wives' tale was kinda true. If you pull a face enough, it does stay like that.... Continue Reading →
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