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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My children don’t get equal billing on social media & I have no remorse about it.
So right now I have a nine and a half month old and a just turned 7 year old. I’ll come right out and say that I know my second baby is currently getting more online air time than my firstborn. I also know that some people (OK so like 2) have decided that this is something they want me to know about, like I’m oblivious or something. I am sure many more people may have made private judgements. Here is my reasoning and my defence and then I do not want to speak about it anymore. I might get a little feisty, so hold onto your hats. If you…
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My husband is not babysitting and he does not need to be babysat.
Do you know what I hate? When we set the bar reeeeeally low for dads. Like if they change a nappy or turn up at the school thing that one time, or get up once in the night they’re bloody legends. Absolute heroes. AMAZING. Cheers for any dad that is actually physically existing anywhere even remotely close to their child at any given time! KUDOS! via GIPHY Don’t get me wrong, these are all good things. Fantastic things we can all appreciate. But I bet if a mum was to do any of that stuff, a lot of people would be all like, “So? That’s her job.” I think we…
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{From the Vault} …But where are you FROM?
Ah yes. I wrote this in September 2013 and for reasons I cannot understand, it lay dormant in my drafts folder until now! I sure had my ranty pants on, but to be fair, the issue has been a persistent one throughout my life. It shits me still! I am asked this question ALL the time. My story is actually quite interesting when I’m able to sit back and be objective about it, but honestly? I am a bit blasé about it. I was adopted from South Korea when I was 5 months old. I’ve been Aussie ever since, but there’s this one thing that gives me away. My looks. My…
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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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My pet(ty) peeves.
Ha. I guess this will kind of be like an anti-Happy List (you know how I sometimes write a list of the stuff that has made me happy?)! Because while I am a pretty positive person who usually knows how to pick my battles, sometimes stuff shits me too. And I’m not talking about the big stuff. I’m talking about dumb, smallish stuff. The petty stuff. I figure why not write it down and see if anyone relates (and we can all have a giggle over it). So here’s the stuff that shits me… When coat hangers get tangled Like I will literally feel a rage build up inside me. Even…
