the end was just the beginning
At 46, you'd think the baby talk would be over for me. But no, it's clutching at my heartstrings again. I don't want another one. Please let me not introduce that additional terror into my life. Knowing my luck it would probably be twins as my shrivelled ovaries gave it one last shot. But things... Continue Reading →
So I'm on this thing called The Divorce Diet. It's awesome. No counting calories, no starving yourself. All you do is get dumped by your partner of 23 years. And, voila, you lose 10kg in four months. OK, there might have been less food in the first few months, but I didn't notice because I... Continue Reading →
I figure, since I'm working again, it's time to crack out the old weekly round-ups. But first, how cool is this old pic I discovered in the attic of me with two of my two pregnant workmates during my Woman's Day tenure (ah, remember the olden days when everyone wore watches)? Last week was a... Continue Reading →
While part of me is excited by the whole dating thing, I'm dreading it too. The last time I dated was in 1992. I'm so much older, wiser and saggier now. Actually, I'm not wiser at all when there's bubbly involved. I'm just older and saggier ... and really pissed off that Husband waited until I... Continue Reading →
The horror attic clean-out has begun. Husband started the job while I was transporting the chooks to Port Stephens. He sent me a photograph of a little gem that he unearthed: the youngest's first report card, from her New York Montessori school days. The message he attached said: "Recognise this little girl? I do." The... Continue Reading →
Confession: I might have been a teensy bit weepy last night. OK, my mum and sister - who fielded phone calls from me as I trailed the frigid streets of Sydney's CBD to my bus stop - would regard that as a slight understatement. There was something unexpectedly confronting about finishing my first day at... Continue Reading →
The dismantling of my old life continues. On Saturday, the chooks went to their new home. My sister-in-law has graciously agreed to adopt my feathered friends. I just had to catch them and shove them into boxes for the trip ... that was fun and games. Mad chooks squawking and tangling their claw in my... Continue Reading →
It's been an angry week for me. Well, the first few days were pretty fab, but it went steeply downhill from Wednesday onwards. I am trying to swallow the hate and focus on the love, but geez it's freaking hard sometimes. Yesterday Husband asked me about minding the kids for a long weekend so he... Continue Reading →
The youngest has been sick for seven days now and I'm going slightly mad. I'm also running out of things to blog about because all I do is sit around the house watching crappy kids' movies. OK, I'm exaggerating slightly: it was Husband who got stuck with carer duties on Saturday night, Sunday and Monday.... Continue Reading →
After six months of stay-at-home motherhood and a separation, House is leaving home again for the workplace. I signed a new employment contract yesterday. I'll also be leaving my actual home (forever) in 5 weeks. We're scheduled to settle the sale of the house on August 1 and I have no idea where I'll go... Continue Reading →
