Look at you go! You did it! You had a couple of lost years and a bit of a quarter life crisis, but you did it. You found your way back and now you’re in uni doing stuff you’re super into. You’re studying Behavioural Science (with a minor in counselling which you never failed to mention because you were so excited) and your mind is opening up all the time about social justice issues and so many types of psychological theories. It is so effing awesome that you finally understand what you are supposed to be doing. You aren’t the girl who went straight from school to uni to study…
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A day in the life of the Little Miss…
I don’t know if you know this but I have super duper baby mind reading powers. Well, sometimes. I mean, a lot of the time I am also thinking WTF IS HAPPENING HERE when one of my kids does something strange, but occasionally I am totes ONE WITH THE BABY. Like when I am just nodding off at any given time of night and the baby is absolutely going to wake up and cry at that exact moment. We’re just so in tune with each other, you guys. Anyway, I thought I’d use my (sometimes faulty) mind reading super power to bring to you a post from the point of…
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A slightly spooky story.
I thought that just for funsies on Halloween, I would share with you a story I was reminded of today while going through my Facebook memories. I think I might have shared this in a previous blogging life… Anyway, it was 2009 (BC – before children) and my family was visiting Hobart, Tasmania for a holiday. The main purpose was to catch up with my relatives. We travelled there often. Sometimes it was difficult to find accommodation for us all and my mum had found a seemingly charming house for us to stay in together as a group. Cute, right? The gorgeous verandah and balcony. The pretty garden. A new…
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Getting caught in the rain (and accidentally running for the first time since the Little Miss was born).
I went for a run yesterday. Yes, thank you for your applause. Really, it’s not necessary. It wasn’t on purpose. It was a total accident. Definitely not planned. I was getting shitty about my recent lack of exercise. The Little Miss is always changing her day time sleep routine (I mean can I even call it that?) and I had stopped even thinking about getting on the treadmill. In all honesty, I’ve been tired and lazy and eating my body weight in carbs (and not even the good-ish ones). So, when the Little Miss woke from a nap in the late morning, I had a choice between housework or self…
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Reasons I am not cool #12987: I don’t ‘get’ plants/gardening.
I can’t keep plants alive. I am not a gardener. Don’t even try to mistake me for having any kind of slightly green thumb. I don’t know how I have kept dogs and small children alive for years, but that plant we picked up from Bunnings like last week is already dying. Ha. Kidding. I don’t pick up plants from Bunnings. I’m realistic enough to know it will end badly. For the plant. Right now, indoor plants and succulents and stuff are really popular (and look absolutely gorgeous), but I just can’t get excited about them. It’s not them. It’s me. Watering plants does not excite me. In fact, that’s…
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Post partum hair loss – ugh.
Right now I am enjoying a really fun side effect of the hormonal changes that come after you’ve had a baby. That time when your glorious, luscious pregnancy hair decides to fuck right off and suddenly the shower drain is getting clogged again (much to your husband’s bemusement)! Like I am moulting so much, I have no idea how I even have any hair left on my head at all. The struggle is real. I’ll try to get rid of as much excess hair as I can while washing/conditioning my hair. If I have any time at all, I will follow up by brushing it (fancy!) or blow drying it.…
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Taking Stock: March 2018
Sorry to say something so cliché but where the fuck has the year gone?? I had a baby in January and suddenly it’s Autumn and Easter is coming! Yesterday, the Little Miss turned 6 weeks old. Which makes it about a month since I blogged last! I’m stealing a little early morning time while I can and I am going to hope and pray to baby jeebus that this doesn’t end up in my drafts folder like the last blog post I attempted five weeks in haha. So, anyhow…I’m about to take stock, y’all. You probably know the drill. I do this every couple of months to capture a moment…
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{From the Vault} If it’s too loud…you’re me.
In a desperate bid to conquer my writer’s block, I have been sifting back through my voluminous folder full of blog posts that never made it past the draft stage for reasons I am not entirely sure of. Maybe I thought some were too contentious/controversial (spoiler alert: they probably weren’t). Maybe I realised they were really crap (probably). Maybe my attention span can be goldfish like (yep yep yep – what was I saying?). I don’t know. But I thought I’d start slowly posting some of them, so they can finally see the light. For better or for worse haha. This one is from April, 2013. I had just been…
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The selfie struggle.
Oh, yes. It’s a real first world problem, this one! Lately, I’ve been scrolling through my Instagram posts and asking myself what I can do to make my account look a bit more appealing. Am I showing a great variety of moments from my every day life? Am I getting better at telling the stories behind the photos (and not just posting something with very little captioning that doesn’t make sense to anyone but me)? Does my profile look colourful and is it something that would make me want to delve further if I wasn’t me? I think I’m doing OK-ish, by my small fish standards, considering I started off…
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Things I could do instead of being on hold.
Today I had to make some phone calls that I was dreading. Not just because I sometimes get tongue tied on the phone with strangers (didn’t happen today – a miracle!), but because I hate being put on hold. HATE IT. I mean, does anyone actually like it?? That music (or more accurately muzak). Those patronising messages every 5 minutes about how the service provider is thankful that I am waiting and that they appreciate my call and that I am in a long queue – thanks for being patient (when I have no choice). Yuck yuck yuck. I got off lightly because in total, I was only on hold…
