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The Happy List #37


I’m experiencing  a touch of the Sunday blues right now – it feels like I have so much stuff to organise for the coming week – eep! But I’ll be fine – just have to write some lists. Lists make everything seem easier, I find!

But enough of that, here’s the stuff that has made me happy in the last week…

A night out with friends

Last night we celebrated the engagement of a couple of friends. It was a fun night out – so great to see everyone together in the same place. It was one of those great parties where you know almost everyone and you could mingle with ease and just be yourself. There were many hilarious, inappropriate conversations. It was fantastic.

I’d been feeling a bit out of the loop lately, as it felt like a lifetime since I had seen some of my favourite people in a social setting. It was nice to reconnect.

Bonus points to Mr Unprepared and I for good decision making. We didn’t get totally wrecked, we saved money and we got home nice and early (we were really needing it after a big week). Proud of us!

When you’re loving your own look

I know it sounds utterly vain, but I was loving my look for the engagement party. I had put in a lot of effort. I did my hair a little differently from usual (nothing fancy – just one side clipped back – something this moon face/double chin owner never has the courage to do). I was wearing a sexy dress (with a classy amount of cleavage – ooooh). I liked my make up. I only wish I had taken more selfies to record one of the rare times I felt that good about my presentation haha. I think I may have even been a little photogenic last night (please – don’t prove me wrong other people with cameras). What a waste!

I guess I just loved the confidence I felt. Feeling like you’ve still got it. No matter what you weigh or how rarely you make it out of the house. At night time. Kid free.

Working out again

I’d been in a big slump, exercise wise and this past week I decided it was time to re-motivate myself. I am back on the fitbit wagon (sometimes having a measure of what you’re doing or not doing can really get you moving) and I decided to start the C25K (an app that helps you to go from nothing to running 5km step by step) again from scratch. I’m going to ease my way back to where I was (about halfway through the program), and beyond.

It felt good to get moving again. I didn’t love the first work out I’d done in a while, but I finished it and I felt like I’d accomplished something. I know my body will love me for it.

Quality time with the Little Mister

As much as he can be challenging at times (it’s the fucking fours I tell you), I really love that kid. He’s actually a pretty good egg (hashtag blessed blah blah). We get less time together now that he’s at kindy 3 times a week and on Friday I loved just having a chilled out day with him. There were cuddles, he was better rested. He was a great little buddy to hang out with. It’s nice to be able to stop and appreciate him so much more. Life can get so busy and everyone can get so rushed. It’s nice not having to hurry him up.

A general feeling of survival – happiness that you made it through the week

Some weeks take it out of you physically and mentally. Last week was one of them. There was nothing like getting to Friday night and breathing out again. We did it. We made it through the week. Hallelujah!

I have a feeling that the next week will feel a bit the same (juggling appointments/fighting illness etc), but we can do this!

Other stuff that has made me happy: 

  • Well timed hugs when I really needed them (thanks Mr Unprepared)
  • Funny car conversations with the Little Mister
  • Nailing the school lunches (well mostly)
  • Fuller House on Netflix. It’s corny and it’s cheesy and has way too many in jokes referring back to the original Full House series, but gosh it takes me back to a simpler time in my life and it is kind of nice to be nostalgic.
  • Hearing Mr Unprepared bonding with the Little Mister on a Sunday morning while I sit in bed and write my happy list (my little me-time treat).

What would you put on your happy list this week? 

The (not really) Yummy Mummy’s Guide to Preparing for a Big Night Out.


…results not guaranteed.

When preparing for a girls’ night out, a mummy must start planning months in advance. Not kidding. If you’ve got other friends who are mummies then you need to maybe just make it a year in advance. Then tell your husbands/partners/parents/in laws to Lock. That. Sh*t. Down. It’s going in the diary and you WILL have babysitters. ALL of you. Determination is the key.

Give yourself ridiculous amounts of time to become human again. Save money for a dress/outfit far in advance with the financial planning precision you would use to save a deposit for a house or something equally as life changing (tip: your outfit shouldn’t actually cost the same as a house deposit or I might need to give you better advice). Book a hair appointment. Let’s face it, girl. Your hair is a mess. Is that a toddler’s meal I see in there?? Again, things like outfit shopping and hair appointments involve having a small amount of time away from your precious bundle/s of joy. Book these further in advance than you booked similar services/shopping trips when you planned your wedding (or that of a friend’s should you not have had the urge to tie the knot yet).

Life changing.

On the day:


Paint your nails frantically while your toddler cries from behind a safety gate and your co-parent figure tries desperately in vain to pull them away. It’s a nice, peaceful activity for you to indulge in and the sound of a sad, guilt inducing child really enhances the experience. Nothing like taking some time to pamper yourself.  When you inevitably smudge your nails, trying to be everything to everyone, just put some glitter over that sh*t.

Remember at the 11th hour that your eyebrows look like little hedgehogs saying hello to each other on your face (seriously – one of them is literally waving to the other overweight one). Break out the tweezers and in a desperate rush, almost take an eye out. It keeps the excitement alive because in all honesty, you feel like collapsing in bed for a very long sleep. Like a Sleeping Beauty/Snow White kind of epic sleep.

When blow drying your hair, you must also pretend to blow dry your toddler’s hair. You won’t be able to finish the job because your toddler will start raiding the bathroom cupboard and trying to climb into the bath. Never mind. You still have straightening and a plethora of hair products to get to. Also, your toddler now looks AMAZING.

Put your dress on last. Seriously. LAST MINUTE. Must avoid toddler snacks, drool, the pulling and tearing of fabric. Who cares if you’re running around the house with your boobs hanging out of your dressing gown, while the family stares on, because you’ve misplaced the sash for it?

When leaving the house, say “bye bye” to your child while they cry and repeatedly mention the car…because they want to get in it and ride around with you and never be abandoned by you ever ever again. Never. Brush off the guilt and turn up the car stereo so you can’t hear the crying. Aargh.

Sing along to your favourite songs (the ones with rude words in them) really loudly in the car. You’ve reached a stage in life where you just don’t give a damn what people think. You’re a mummy. On a mission. Also, you’re trying not to cry because you have so many feelings. SO MANY. You’re alone in a car, you just left your child behind so you could booze it up, you are going to see your friends, you’re exhausted on a whole new level you didn’t realise existed. The little hook on the zip of your dress digs in a bit.


Arrive at your friend’s house for pre-drinks. Pour yourself a vodka and soda water, because it’s “healthy” (bahaha!) and then drink a couple of shots, exclaiming loudly about how strong they are. It will make you feel like you’re being really wild and not a light weight at all, because at home you get drunk off one standard glass of wine, before passing out on the couch at 8pm.

Hug everyone and squeal. It’s a girl thing.

When the bus (yes – party mini van – woo – not to be confused with a mummy’s people mover) arrives, jump in and warn the driver about your loudness. Take selfies while inexpertly trying to figure out how to use the flash on an iPhone, sing along to rude songs and secretly feel satisfied that you are much more fun than the boys are when they hire the party mini van (who do you think recommended the service?)!

Talk about your child for a little while at dinner, but then have a couple of cocktails and start saying much more inappropriate things that involve scoring things from 1-10 and generally hypothesising about the kinds of things you might see in those awful men’s magazines.

The drinking must slow down eventually, because you plan on (legally) driving home from your friend’s place later in the night. You want that damn sleep in – in your own bed! Also? Your friends are that hilarious that you don’t need an alcoholic buzz – seriously.

Visit somewhere that proper ladies (especially the married with kids types) should never enter. What happens on girls’ night, stays on girls’ night. Kind of.

Head to the casino. Wait in line for the night club. Don’t worry. Times have changed. You have to show your ID, have your face scanned by facial recognition software and still remember to pay the dude at the desk a cover charge. It’s like waiting in customs at the international airport. Note that the dress code mentions you can wear 3/4 pants on Sundays. Damn. It’s Sunday and I left my mummy pants at home. Hear that?! I left my mummy pants AT HOME! I’m in a party dress! Let’s goooooo!!!

When leaving the night club, “Beyoncé and Jay-Z” (verb) the f*ck out of there with two of your girlfriends. Someone must sing back up vocals, someone must be Beyoncé and another must rap like a motherf*cking Jay-Z. ALL the way out of the club and down the stairs. You can’t sing high notes. But you try anyway. You are glorious. Again. You get to a stage where you just don’t care. People might look, but you’re not sippin’ on that Haterade.

Complain your feet hurt because you don’t wear heels anymore. Buy MacDonalds.


Eat your cheeseburger in the bus while your seat buddy changes completely into a onesie and pulls a sleeping bag over her (from her massive overnight bag). Look to the left. Your other friend has her dressing gown on. Eventually, everyone falls asleep. Yeah…

Wish you brought a onesie.

Drive a couple of friends home in your family car. You don’t want them to die walking home. Now that you’re older and wiser, you really start to care about that stuff.

Get home. Park outside the garage because the door clunking up and down might wake your child. Tiptoe into the house to hear nothing but silence. By now you’re wearing flat shoes, of course. Relish the feeling of unzipping your rather tight dress (thanks a lot, cheeseburger). Climb into bed with a full face of make up and overly styled hair.

Wake at 7am on the dot, despite being allowed a sleep in. Turns out your body clock doesn’t know you weren’t a mummy last night.


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My favourite (recent) photo of me.


I love photos. I love taking them and I don’t mind being in them, as long as I look alright-ish. I just think there’s no better way to collect your memories. I love capturing the most candid moments and there’s nothing better than reminiscing over happy times.

I have so many favourite photos, but this is my favourite recent photo of myself. It was taken at the music festival I attended last weekend. My best friend (and the day’s partner in crime) took it. I always feel uncomfortable asking for someone to take a photo of me, because I don’t want to seem vain, but I knew she would understand. I wanted to prove that I had gotten out and done something different from my usual daily life 🙂

For me, this photo represents me as an individual, not just a mummy or a wife. Oh, and I actually put on some lippie and did my hair!!! I actually felt a little bit attractive – something you can’t always feel when you’re dragging a toddler around (I imagine it’s not unlike wrestling a crocodile to watch).

I truly love photographs of myself where I’m with my family or my husband, but when I was looking for a photo to feature today, I realised that they weren’t my favourite pictures of me. They were my favourite photos of my loved ones!

My shirt says, “Count your blessings”. My favourite life motto. It’s something that I really have clung onto the past few weeks – life has been a roller coaster!

I hope you guys have a wonderful weekend xx

This post was a part of the Blog Every Day in May challenge. 

Rock out at a music festival. Like a mum.



A couple of nights ago, I received a very desperate message from a long time friend. She needed someone (namely me) to say yes to helping her out. I needed to attend a music festival with her. For free. Yeah, tough job but someone’s gotta do it. I’ll make that type of sacrifice for a friend any day!

Worst thing was, I had to google the artist line-up because I’m so clueless. Would you imagine my relief when I actually recognised a few bands? However, the reality is being made abundantly clear that I am not cool anymore. This concerns me. The old me would have known the entire back catalogues of these very hip alternative bands. The present day me has no idea. I may have heard a couple of songs from each artist, but only because I saw a music video in passing or heard it on *gasp* commercial radio.

My next thought was…when the hell did I last attend a music festival (to which the answer greatly freaked me out and displeased me) and will we be staying there very late?


After I strung out my questions for my friend (just to keep her in suspense), I decided to embrace it. I can find some new music to love – something that I haven’t been keeping up with lately – and I can spend a whole day child free (bless him) with one of my oldest, bestest friends. The day after that is Mother’s Day so I’ll get a sleep in to recover 😉

After all this pondering and big life decision making (it feels like a life changer when you’re very tired), I was asleep by 9:30pm and when I awoke the next morning, I checked the weather forecast for the festival’s location. I wondered what to wear. Must look that up on Pinterest, I told myself. Because that’s what modern mums do.

I then made a realisation (especially after having a rewarding chat on Twitter with a certain someone who totally knows who she is). Being a mum is not unlike being a hipster at a music festival. Basically, the skills (and wardrobe) I use as a mum can easily assist a person in having a great time at a music festival.

Also? Pinterest makes me feel amazing about myself (although I’m not sure if I’m being sarcastic or not right now).

Lank hair, with a few centimetres of regrowth? Check! 

I mean, I haven’t got to the hairdressers in a while. Haven’t had the time or finances. Turns out, in music festival land that is not a problem!



Leggings (because they’re comfy)? Check!



Long, flowy tops (because they’re comfy and hide the muffin top)? Check!



Comfortable shoes? Check!



Dorky little bags to keep your stuff in? Check! 

I do have my doubts about the bag I have…but I think I can sort it out easily enough…right? Oh, God. I’m gonna look like the world’s biggest try-hard haha.



Don’t know the lyrics to ALL of the songs? Doesn’t matter. Hipsters always sway along to the music because they’re too cool to sing along. Check! 

So anyway, I must remember to Scotchgard (waterproof) my sneakers. Don’t want them getting wet in any mud puddles from the shower or two that are forecast for the day. I also need to bring a shower proof jacket that also provides a bit of warmth. I love my weather app.

I’ll pack everything we need so it takes up as little space as possible in my bag/car (because I have to be prepared and efficient always). I will probably have plenty of wipes/tissues and other useful paraphernalia (not to be confused with drug paraphernalia – don’t do drugs kids). I’m good at time management (OK so I’m working on it), so we’ll be sure to fit in all the artists we like on the two different stages. If our favourite bands are clashing, I am sure my negotiation and compromise skills will work out well. I’ll make sure we eat properly and I will drive us home in my very safe station sports wagon.

Like a boss mum.

FAQ: So what have you been up to lately?


Hmm. Whenever somebody asks me this question in person, I get into some kind of brain fart situation and I can’t think of a thing. Anyone else do that? My answer just ends up being something awkward along the lines of, “Not much. Just parenting and living and stuff. Y’know.”

Yeah. I know.

So I am going to try to summarise it all in writing for you, because I’m sure you really really care, and also I can’t think of anything else to write about this week that actually makes sense.

I spend a lot of time walking in circles around my house. Seemingly aimlessly. So there’s that. Besides my usual insanity, this is often done with my pinky finger attached to a chubby little toddler hand. The Little Mister has decided that he loves long strolls with the lady of his choice (until some time around puberty I imagine that’s me). He hasn’t figured out where it is he would like to go, but it’s all good as long as he has his walking buddy. Each time he takes a break by plopping onto his nappy padded bum, he then reaches up for my hand and it starts again. So that’s about an hour of each day (at least) accounted for.

I have also been very busy planning each trip I take to the toilet. I’m surprised I haven’t had to write it down in my day planner, along with a long list of reminders of the very detailed process. If my husband is home it’s slightly easier. It involves loudly announcing, “I’m going to the toilet. ALONE.”
This is my husband’s cue to intercept the Little Mister before he catches up to me and busts through the door action movie hero style, to catch the bad guy (that’s me – guilty as charged for not inviting a toddler to watch me do my business). If I am alone, I have to announce subtly that I am leaving for the toilet. I then have to gently walk away down the corridor. I have to shut the door, jiggling the handle just right so it’s harder for a little monster to open. I then have to pee, wipe and flush in record time before I am caught up with. If I want to do number 2s (sorry for the TMI but I poop just like everyone else), this process involves me turning on the kids’ TV channel, praying it’s a bright, colourful show that will keep the Little Mister’s attention and sneaking off like a ninja. Whoever says that letting the TV babysit your child for even a minute is evil, because it will rot their brains, can look after my child when I’ve gotta ‘go’. Seriously. I just have to do what works. Although, occasionally it doesn’t work. Sometimes I get a crying child outside the toilet door. I have been known to spend time doing my business and singing kids’ songs at the same time. I’m glad we have no neighbours on that side of the house, because I can tell you, they would think I was a lunatic. I mean, we know I kind of am, but SHHHH. IT’S A SECRET. I once sang “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands…” (that’s multi tasking for you) and when I finally emerged from my hidey hole, I found the Little Mister, tears streaming down his face (all that awful parental rejection does that to you) while pathetically clapping his hands. Aw, it breaks your heart.

Hmm, what else can I tell you? I actually occasionally do do (haha I said “do do”) something interesting, but I usually forget this when someone asks me what I’ve been up to lately. I give my standard awkward answer and then everyone (including me) thinks I’m boring. Last Thursday I was lucky enough to attend a luncheon where Mia Freedman was the guest speaker at Bistro Guilluame. Mia (Ha! Look at me acting like we’re on a first name basis!) was everything I hoped she would be in person. Bubbly, candid, inspiring and so down to earth that for a split second I honestly thought we could be friends if I just spent a few minutes stroking her hair and talking about motherhood with her. If you haven’t heard of Mia (Shock! Horror!), then you should first reassess your friendship with me, and after you and I agree that we will overlook that transgression, you would know that Mia has been editor of the Australian Cosmo, Cleo and Dolly magazines. She now runs a very successful website called Mamamia, which features amazing blog posts by a diverse bunch of contributors who really get me inspired and inform me about the world around me (outside of my Living with the Little Mister bubble)! It makes me laugh, cry and really think deeply about topical issues. Have I raved enough yet? So that was really really fun. I now want to be a power blogger…or a lady who lunches. Can’t decide. Either way, it was a great day out with my friend Bec where I could eat with both hands and concentrate on full conversations. Hooray!
Check this out, y’all:

I’m a little embarrassed by how excited I was to have my tweet replied to. I sound like such a tragic fangirl. I just have to put it out there: Mamamia and Mia’s work have really been a sanity saver since I became an Awesomely Unprepared Mummy! I’m not too cool to admit it 😉

We had weather again in these parts. Last night I was very outraged when I couldn’t hear the television over the wind and rain. I spent ages thinking deeply about the bad acoustics in my living room (our backs to a big window which lets in outside noise) and frantically adjusting the volume up and down. My husband had to almost remove pry the remote from my hands because I kept pausing the live TV (my new DVR IS AMAZING) each time a gust of wind passed by. However, things got a little worse when we went to bed (it’s always just as you snuggle down and you’re almost peacefully slumbering) and the fence started flapping about. So there’s something new for my poor husband to fix. He had to dismantle the flappy bits (haha flappy bits – I’m juvenile) while only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an old work shirt. Well, he didn’t have to only be wearing those items, but the point is, he volunteered himself for the job and I couldn’t be more grateful. When he returned to bed it was like sleeping next to a very dejected ice cube.

Other than that, I dressed the Little Mister up as a cowboy for one of his friends’ birthday parties. He drank half the pool at swimming lessons (he gets really excited when his face gets near the water and opens his mouth really wide in a look of enthusiastic awe – EVERY TIME). He’s been teething. He points at things so I can tell him what they are, but sometimes I think he just points at one thing when he’s looking at something else and it’s all really just a big confusing game – he’ll probably spend the first few years of his life thinking that a dog is called a wall and a light is called a sippy cup.

It’s not the most glamourous, high powered kind of life, but I like it 🙂

What have you been up to lately?