Somehow we've managed to breed a 10-year-old and an 8-year-old without ever venturing to a mecca of Christmas lights ... until now. We were worded up by my sister that Davidson, on Sydney's northern beaches, was a must-see. Still, nothing could prepare me for following the hundreds of cars snaking their way to Borgnis Street,... Continue Reading →
My week: call off the suicide watch
It seems I freaked people out a little on Friday with a blog called "I have no core strength". They took it as a cry for help. And it was ... for my abs. My sacrum has been playing up again following my double-handed baby chook splits injury (aggrevated by my bush turkey gardening injury),... Continue Reading →
I have no core strength
I am trying to zip up my core. And keep it zipped. All. The. Time. It's so bloody hard. Does it get any easier? This is not a metaphor. Although, come to think of it ... No. I just need to create more stability inside. I'm lacking core strength. There I go again ... That... Continue Reading →
What “holiday”???
The kids finished school yesterday. They're now on "holidays". But I think we need to come up with a different word for it. Because the online dictionary tells me holiday means: "a period of cessation from work or one of recreation". Here's what today looks like for me. Pack separate day packs and overnight bags for both kids. Pack lunch bags for both kids.... Continue Reading →
Going postal
I yelled a lot at a stranger yesterday. I'm not proud of it, but it was one of those WTF moments where you just can't help yourself. Bloody Australia Post. Don't they realise they're teetering on extinction? You'd think they'd at least try to keep it modern. Just a few days ago, Canada Post announced... Continue Reading →
Our last Santa visit?
Five years ago, I met the real Santa. He was at Santaland, in the Macy’s department store in New York. It had to be him – he had a real beard and everything. At the very least, it was an extremely close relative, like a brother or a nephew or a fifth cousin once removed. The eldest was... Continue Reading →
My week: the cruelty and kindness of Facebook
Let's start with the kindness. People have been so nice to me on Facebook after I posted a blog on my page called "Is House Really Going Home?" To be honest, I hadn't really thought much about the impact of my words when I typed them. These days there isn't much time for reflection. I'm... Continue Reading →
Is House really going home?
Oddly enough, on this day last year I was pondering my future. And today I am too. Last year I found myself unexpectedly unemployed. This year I'm on the brink of unemployment by design. In less than a month I'll be a stay-at-home mum. It's exciting and scary in equal parts. Here's what I had... Continue Reading →
I’m maxed out
In Maxed Out: American Moms on the Brink - Katrina Alcorn talks about mothers' increasingly limited options when it comes to a work-life balance because of inadequate maternity leave, skyrocketing childcare costs and a culture that hasn't adjusted to households having two working parents. She tells her personal journey about having a nervous breakdown as she tried to cope... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHollywood: a weekend of celebrity revelations
It's been a weekend of revealing moments for celebrities. From Susan Boyle's surprise confession to Madonna's awesome family photo bomb. Susan Boyle's Asperger's confession Susan Boyle, the church volunteer who became a global sensation when she sang "I Dreamed a Dream" on Britain's Got Talent in 2009, has revealed she has Asperger's syndrome. She told... Continue Reading →