So I just ran my first reading group with Sprog 1's classmates, and I give myself an "F". The poor little mites walked away no clearer about the book's meaning than when they started. Mind you, I was having a bit of trouble following, since I stepped in at Chapter 5. It had something to do with an Aboriginal woman... Continue Reading →

Is it wrong to want to go back to work so you can dress up in nice clothes, earn the money to buy more nice clothes, then go on holidays - also bankrolled by paid employment - in those nice clothes? Probably not wrong, but definitely shallow. I've never made any secret of the fact I'm a bit shallow.... Continue Reading →

Today has been a "low mood" sort of day. A psychologist came up with the phrase for me earlier this year. I don't tick the boxes for "depression", so "low mood" covers the bleak cloud that sweeps over me at regularish intervals. Husband was quite cross about the "low-mood" diagnosis. He'd been hoping for a proper depression that could be... Continue Reading →

Four and a half precious hours on my recent trip to Fiji were spent at a backpackers' hostel getting my kids' hair braided ($30 per child, compared to $90 per child at the nearby resort spa). Tonight I spent another two long hours unbraiding them again. If they didn't look so damn cute with their... Continue Reading →

Sprog 2 graciously agreed to accompany me to the supermarket this morning so long as she could sit in the trolley the whole time. Ah, freedom at last! The expedition went horribly awry when she started digging around the trolley for her half-eaten cheese & bacon roll (I know, I know, not a responsible food choice,... Continue Reading →

It's been 28 days since I stopped work. Or should I say, stopped paid work. I spent the first week sick in bed, the second week sick in Fiji (ah, well, at least it was warm), the third week nursing Sprog 1 through a vomitting bug, the fourth week ... well, I was expecting I'd get a chance to stretch my... Continue Reading →