the end was just the beginning
It's scary in my bedroom. Bugs crawl on me in the night. Creatures thunder above my head. I wake up screaming. Husband is getting a bit sick of the screaming, but what would you do if a cockroach landed on you at 1.30am? A big, fat, 10cm-long cockroach ... It can't be a household hygiene problem, not with... Continue Reading →
School holidays are quite a struggle without carbs and caffeine. Especially when Sprog 2 wants to play charades. Seriously? Charades? Oh yes! Sprog 2 is a DOER. She wants to garden, she wants to play badminton, she wants to cook, she wants to kick a ball around, she wants to play boardgames. Every. Single. Day. (Husband and I often wonder if... Continue Reading →
Is it wrong to pretend to do stuff in the name of "being a good mother" when it's actually because you're having a fat crisis? I took the kids to the park on Sunday. I said it was so Sprog 2 could go bike riding. But it was really so I could go jogging. I made it once around the park, turned purple, started wheezing and had to stop. It was... Continue Reading →
It's worse than I thought. Much, much worse. 70.3kg of worseness. I took a deep breath yesterday and stepped on the scales. Then I staggered - horrified but not totally surprised - downstairs to check my BMI on the computer. Being only 164cm tall and weighing 70.3kg (oh how it hurts to say that number), my BMI is 26.1. According to the Better Health Channel website, a... Continue Reading →
My New Year's Eve went something like this ... Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs' breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six-pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25kg bag of scratch mix; washed and... Continue Reading →
I can't donate my organs because of The Black Spot. Well, that's what my mother reckons. When I was 17, a black spot appeared on my upper arm. The skin specialist removed it, sent it off for testing, pronounced it benign and that was the end of it. Well, so I thought. But not according to my mother.... Continue Reading →
The Great Faminine of 2012 begins on January 1. I'm preparing for it like a chipmunk storing nuts for winter. Except I'm eating all the nuts instead of putting them in a hollow tree trunk. I've been stuffing my cheeks with everything on my forbidden food list. All the carb-rich foods I've denied myself because... Continue Reading →
I slept with Darth Vader last night. It was awful. The heavy breathing drove me insane. I'm never doing it again. I've been sharing a bed with Sprog 2 at my parents' house. I thought it would be less hassle - no pumping of air-mattresses, no washing of extra bed linen. The first 30 minutes... Continue Reading →
I always forget that "self-catering" is tourism-speak for "bring the entire contents of your house with you". So I was slightly underprepared for our stay on the Central Coast. Admittedly, only packing two fitted sheets for each bed didn't help. And it wasn't really the fibro house's fault that I only brought two beach towels... Continue Reading →
I'll never forget my first Christmas with Husband. He took me to the Central Coast to meet his family. He admitted on the way that he hadn't bought any presents. It being Christmas Day, the only place open was the pharmacy. We did his Christmas shopping there. Disposable cameras for his nephews, a talc and... Continue Reading →
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