the end was just the beginning
Sprog 1 has a cute trumpet teacher. I told her if she was a few years older, she'd have a crush on him. "So, do you have a crush on him?" she answered. "No," I replied, "I'm like ... 20 years ... older than him ... he's young enough to be my ... my son ..." My stomach gave a terrible lurch.... Continue Reading →
Strike a chord and say cheese ... PLUS! Sunday bake-off: Wholemeal banana bread Sprog 2 rejects my homemade efforts for her lunchbox, preferring everything in bright, commercial wrappers, but Sprog 1 loves DIY treats. This recipe is handy for using up all the manky bananas in the fruit bowl at the end of the week. So... Continue Reading →
When I had the nice - sorry, I mean terrible - illness that made me thin, I wasn't allowed to eat potatoes. Potatoes are fabulous. I love potatoes. I love them baked, I love them mashed, I love them fried, I love them in curries, I love them in stews. I was a bit heartbroken... Continue Reading →
Prior to becoming a stay-at-home mum, I never thought much about the first day back at school (other than "Thank god, my childcare bills will no longer hover around the $700-a-week mark."). Husband usually took the Sprogs while I drove to work. When I came home, the Sprogs would tell me all their news: who their teacher was, who... Continue Reading →
My plans for yesterday got cancelled at the last minute. I should have been relieved, but I panicked. How would I amuse the Sprogs all day? Movies, beach, play centre, IKEA jaunt ...? A quiet day at home didn't make the list. (It's an illness. I should be medicated.) But the Sprogs rejected The Muppet Movie, the weather looked too inclement for... Continue Reading →
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