the end was just the beginning
Trakkie daks, ugg boots, no bra, mad hair, no make-up ... I look fabulous today. But I'm comfortable and warm and I haven't left the house since 9am. Loving! Husband's gone to work - and taken the car - so the Sprogs and I have been dividing our time between tellie on the couch and... Continue Reading →
It's a miserable, blustery Saturday in Sydney, so Husband and the Sprogs curled up on the rug together and sewed their own Ugly Dolls. While they toiled (and bickered and stabbed themselves in the foot with their needle and cried a lot because their daddy had let them stay up late watching the Olympics), I... Continue Reading →
It's been a hectic week for Housegoeshome and my brain is feeling a bit fried from all the blogging. (I may also have a teensy, tiny hangover ... OK, a big one.) So I'm slacking off and running another old New York blog. With cute pics. I was drawn to it because Husband and I... Continue Reading →
Jim Keeble wrote a feature in the Sunday Telegraph's Sunday magazine called "I love my wife more than my children (but she loves THEM more than me)". It got me thinking. If a woman had written an article called "I love my husband more than my children" she'd be crucified. When a guy says it,... Continue Reading →
I think being a "housewife" sounds so nice and uncomplicated. I don't know why it's become such a dirty word. Housewives drop their kids off at school, they tidy the house, they have coffee with other housewives, they pick their kids up from school, they cook dinner. Women tell me it's boring and unfulfilling. How... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... The Mag I Bought This Week Award Goes to ... Editing a celebrity magazine can be a scary business sometimes - ok, all the time. Because you can't rely on Kristen Stewart to cheat on Rob Pattinson or Katie Holmes to stealth-divorce Tom Cruise every week. Some weeks, no-one famous does anything that's... Continue Reading →
There are words you love hearing your child's teacher say, like "she's a lovely child" and "so bright" and "a delight to teach". And there are words you don't want to hear your child's teacher say, like "have you thought about repeating her?". I did reading groups with Sprog 2's class yesterday and, as I... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... Posh: another baby and S&M fears Victoria Beckham's new favourite book - spare me - is 50 Shades o f Grey. In a new interview with Glamour magazine, she admits she's hooked her mother on the phenomenon, too: "I’m halfway through the second one. I even bought my... Continue Reading →
Husband rallied from his man flu yesterday and hustled us to Cockatoo Island for the Biennale. He's the arty-farty type. It was pretty cool, despite Sprog 1 having a turn (the way she looks in the photo, above, was pretty much how she looked the whole time). I am wondering if she's allergic to something... Continue Reading →
"The wife may roll her eyes and mutter something about "man flu" but what would she know? She's not a man and her sort of flu is milder, quieter and shorter-lived. This is proper flu, and now the stats support it." So says the Sydney Morning Herald, which quotes a recent study by GlaxoSmithKline of 1500 married... Continue Reading →
