My poor little girl was too sick to go to school yesterday and show off her ACT/NSW Rope Skipping Competition medals. Exhaustion and a head cold laid her low. She spent the day on the couch and cried bitter tears when told she wasn't well enough to go to the premiere of Inside Out last... Continue Reading →

I felt a bit sick yesterday - I was beside myself with nerves about the youngest competing at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championship ... or whatever it's called. I don't know how the stage mums do it. The youngest, on the other hand, was totally zen about performing in front of hundreds of people. She thought... Continue Reading →

There's a tram outside my room. I've no idea what it's doing parked in a hotel hallway, less than a metre from my door. It's quite surreal. I'm in Canberra for the State Skipping Championships. The youngest is competing. She's hyper with excitement about both the hotel room and the comp. She's non plussed about... Continue Reading →

I spotted these words scrawled on the wall near my hairdresser's yesterday. They're something we're all supposed to believe about ourselves: Ra-ra go us! Add them to those famous lines from The Help: You is kind. You is smart. You is important ... You is beautiful ... inside or out or (if you're a very rare individual) both. But I... Continue Reading →

My eyebrows shot up around my hairline earlier this week when the above image popped up on my Facebook feed. It was posted by my brother-in-law with the caption: "Weeks have passed, it's been fun, time to add to the household ..." He and my sister got married in March and all his friends went... Continue Reading →

I felt a bit blah when I woke yesterday. I'm not loving the mornings I'm alone in the house. I like the bustle of filling school lunch bags and hustling tousled tweens out of bed. Without those distractions it's just me and life's big questions rattling around in my head. The smallest perceived slight will... Continue Reading →

I worked from home yesterday. If I ever make a habit of it, my routine will need a few adjustments. I kicked off at 7am in my leopard-print flannelette jammies and matching fuzzy bathrobe, dashing off my first story of the day about the insane prices people are prepared to pay for limited edition Bonds... Continue Reading →

HouseGoesHome is getting harder and harder to publish by 7am ... because I'm finding it harder and harder to get up early. When I shared a bed with my husband, I'd slide out from under the sheets around 5am and slink to the the computer. Nowadays, even if I wake around 6am, I snuggle under... Continue Reading →

Last week had its demoralizing moments. I won't bore you with all the details ... unless you feel inclined to buy me a wine while I whine ... Not feeling "good enough" has been a rather unhelpful soundtrack during most of my life. Sensible me knows it's not true. Loopy me ... not so much. Ironically, it's... Continue Reading →