the end was just the beginning
Last week was a blur of children lying consumptively on the couch while I worked. Not a whole lot happened ... I had to cancel most of the fun stuff. The youngest went down hard on Sunday night as we drove home from the State Skipping Competition, then spent the rest of the week off... Continue Reading →
"I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy. Come here Squishy. Come here little Squishy ..." Dory, Finding Nemo. I've found my Squishy ... much bigger than the one Dory briefly adored, but the feelings are the same: come to me Squishy, I must have you, you're... Continue Reading →
Humanity loves a car crash. We pretend we don't. But we do. I'm not judging. It's just the way we're wired. It means my gooey blog posts NEVER do as well as my angsty ones. Ah well, it's not about the numbers. And I can't hold it in ... I'm in love ... ... with... Continue Reading →
The poorly youngest entered her third day of couch surfing yesterday, so mumma worked from home again. It wasn't a pretty sight. The Household's single fan heater was trained on the patient as she watched tellie, while I sat shivering at the computer in the other room. Think two jumpers, my fuzzy leopard-print dressing gown... Continue Reading →
Remember how the youngest tried to wrangle a Pitch Perfect viewing with her dad yesterday? It's been a constant soundtrack in my life for WEEKS. She's DESPERATE to see Pitch Perfect 2. ALL her friends have seen it. It's a cruel and unusual punishment that she's the only kid in the WHOLE WORLD who's been... Continue Reading →
My poor little girl was too sick to go to school yesterday and show off her ACT/NSW Rope Skipping Competition medals. Exhaustion and a head cold laid her low. She spent the day on the couch and cried bitter tears when told she wasn't well enough to go to the premiere of Inside Out last... Continue Reading →
I'll build suspense by starting with the losers. Make that loser singular. Make that me. After an amazing weekend in Canberra watching the youngest compete at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships, I was eager to be back on the road to Sydney. We desperately needed petrol, but the queue at the last petrol station on the... Continue Reading →
I felt a bit sick yesterday - I was beside myself with nerves about the youngest competing at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championship ... or whatever it's called. I don't know how the stage mums do it. The youngest, on the other hand, was totally zen about performing in front of hundreds of people. She thought... Continue Reading →
There's a tram outside my room. I've no idea what it's doing parked in a hotel hallway, less than a metre from my door. It's quite surreal. I'm in Canberra for the State Skipping Championships. The youngest is competing. She's hyper with excitement about both the hotel room and the comp. She's non plussed about... Continue Reading →
I spotted these words scrawled on the wall near my hairdresser's yesterday. They're something we're all supposed to believe about ourselves: Ra-ra go us! Add them to those famous lines from The Help: You is kind. You is smart. You is important ... You is beautiful ... inside or out or (if you're a very rare individual) both. But I... Continue Reading →
