I had such a good time last night, and I'm not just saying that to annoy Husband (though I will be laying it on thick at my nephew's 10th birthday lunch today). I loved driving solo to the Hunter Valley, without a soundtrack of bickering Sprogs in the back seat or having to play I Spy or 20... Continue Reading →

Do you ever wake up and think: I hate my hair, I must change it, immediately? I did that a few weeks ago (documented in a previous blog called The Night I Dyed). I impulsively bought a $15 home dye kit at Woolies and turned myself into Brunhilda. I immediately hated my new hair colour even more than my old hair colour. I... Continue Reading →

I got it wrong. Husband didn't suggest I write a blog about the contrast between the way I thought my life would turn out when I was a kid and the reality. He meant a blog about all the things you thought you'd have when you were a grown-up. "Like a sugar bowl ... or a Ford Cobra ... with a 20-year-old... Continue Reading →

Husband suggested I write a blog about how differently my life has turned out to the way I imagined when I was a kid. I'm sure he meant it in positive way ... Before he made the suggestion, I was going to write about how (unexpectedly) lovely it was to have a teacher's strike until 11am yesterday, despite it occurring on Relationship Rehab Day.... Continue Reading →

My stilettos are dusty and neglected now I'm a stay-at-home mum. Not much call for them in the supermarket, park or school playground (although certain school mums would beg, and totter, to differ). Actually, there's not much call for most of my wardrobe these days. I rotate the same three pairs of cargo pants and two pairs... Continue Reading →

What's relaxing about a weekend away? You pack like a whirling dervish. You drive like a bat out of hell to get there. You take sleeping tablets and earplugs to combat foreign sleeping conditions. You get stuck in traffic jams driving back. You arrive home late on a Sunday night and NOTHING has been done. No washing, no cleaning,... Continue Reading →

Driving into Sydney at 6pm last night - the cupboards bare at home - Husband and I decided to take the Sprogs out for dinner. Our destination? An Indian buffet. Quick, lots of variety, close to home. Technically, I didn't need a buffet dinner, having shared a cold seafood plate, a hot seafood plate, a dozen oysters and several... Continue Reading →

A year ago today, my Nan died. Well, her body died; her mind departed long before. I miss my Nan so much. She was awesome, before dementia stole her spirit. For months after she died, I wanted to ask a psychic how she was doing - whether she got her marbles back. But lately, I've been feeling her close by, so I... Continue Reading →

I inserted myself into a conversation in the playground yesterday about five-year-olds wearing make-up. Two mums were discussing whether to boycott a make-up class at their local dance studio. The class is designed to teach them how to correctly apply make-up to their children's faces. The mums were, naturally, disturbed by this concept. It's end-of-year dance concert season, so tarting up... Continue Reading →

My biological clock has officially stopped ticking. I've ceased looking at infants and pondering whether to have another one. I won't/wouldn't/couldn't/shouldn't do it again (oooh, that makes me feel all Dr Seussy). I don't care how little and cute they are. I think the screaming put the final kybosh on it. Not ickle wickle bubby wubby screaming. It's the terrible twos and threes that finished me. All that howling... Continue Reading →