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 →
Night walking
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 →
I thought I was OK
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 →
I need oblivion
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 →
House moves homes
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 →
Curl up in a ball
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 →
How could I have missed this milestone?
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 →
Everyone has places they won’t go
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 →
All by myself
When I first separated from Husband and freaked out about HIS days - the ones when I wouldn't see the kids - he told me I'd grow to enjoy the time by myself. I was furious that he'd regard it as some sort of bonus. But I've decided he was a tiny bit right. Terrible... Continue Reading →
My week: I wanna be a cowgirl
I was going to call this blog "My week: kinda sucked" but I thought it might turn people off. Being gazumped and packing 23 years of my life up weren't the most awesome ways to spend a week, although I DID manage to buy the most awesome pair of cowboy boots as a divorce present... Continue Reading →
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