The world appears to be divided into two. Those who make lists and those who don't. At one point in time I was a dedicated list maker - hell sometimes I wrote things on my list I'd already done just so I could have the satisfaction of crossing it off! All through school I was a girl with a list. Neatly written, bulleted (or sometimes prettily … [Read more...]
At What Age?
When the kids are little there is an avalanche of baby books telling you at what age you should do things or when your children should be reaching certain milestones. Introducing solids - got it covered. Crawling - should be happening. Talking - under control. Toilet training - we've got an age span where it should be happening. But … [Read more...]
Remembering Cracker Night
We enjoyed sparklers and a bonfire last weekend and it reminded me a little of cracker night. Do you remember the frosty, winter nights when your back yard lit up with exploding fireworks? Small children cried in fear, dogs howled, dad's did stupid things, older kids blew up the neighbours letterboxes ... I may not be painting cracker night in the … [Read more...]
The Fridge Debacle
On Friday 30 bloggers were invited to Kirribilli House to meet the Prime Minister, Julia Gillard. I wasn't invited. Something to do with not enough reach or influence I suspect (although I would argue the ten of you I have left after the great blog move are highly influential people). It was blogger power to the fore as Julia learnt about the … [Read more...]
Who the Hell Am I?
My eldest daughter, the Hippie Child worries, she's 15 and doesn't know what she wants to do for a career. The pressure starts early now. My hollow reassurances that she will figure it eventually are of little comfort. The process of discovering yourself, creating a life, establishing a career is a never-ending cycle of success, failure, regret, … [Read more...]
Letting Go
Obviously writing about being sleep deprived recently meant I had to go back - just to remind myself. Hippie Child went with a friend to a concert in Newcastle this week (that's almost a three-hour drive from home). I found myself wandering the house wondering if I should wait up, or go to bed. They weren't expected home until about 2.00am. Mr … [Read more...]
The Lost Years
Travelling in the car today a radio announcer back announced the last track with "oh yes, Robert Palmer, the great man who is no longer with us". Mr Shambles and I looked at each other "Robert Palmer is dead?" "When did that happen?" I googled him and yes indeed, Robert Palmer left us in 2003. "Oh 2003" says Mr Shambles "that's why we didn't … [Read more...]
Mother of Daughters
I am the mother of daughters. I don't know how you raise sons. I remember watching friend's sons leaping over lounges, wrestling on the floor and kamikaze body slamming each other and I would wonder "can't they just sit down and do some drawing? I have some pretty glitter pens here".Instead we have lived in the world of Bratz and Barbie.We've … [Read more...]
Life Before Children
Last week somewhere between finding lost socks and transporting children to endless activities I was struck by a thought (just one, my crowded mind can't cope with more than that at the moment). I realised I've got no memory of life before children. Is it some sort of parental dementia designed to help your fragile brain cope with the … [Read more...]
Weekly Photo Challenge – Summer
While I sit here rugged up in my winter woolies, the Weekly Photo Challenge asks me to cast my mind back to the summer. It was a soggy season, lots of rain and not nearly enough hot sun. However during one warm day Princess Child got out into the front yard and proved you can never be too old for a bit of fun with the garden hose and sprinkler. She … [Read more...]
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