This story really begins over a year ago. It was winter and I had mercifully scored a lift to our preschool fundraiser which was being held at the local bowling club. It was a trivia night and anyone who knows me will appreciate the lure this kind of evening has over my ego. Once upon…
Riley’s school orientation for next year (gulp!) has officially begun. He is not happy about it. While I want this post to be of the ‘we’re aware and supportive and will do our utmost to make him okay with the whole scenario’ ilk, I’m afraid that really it’s going to be ‘I’ve just done the…
As I type this the house is yet to stir and the television is telling me all about the Qantas debacle. For many people this Monday, sandwiched between Sunday and the Melbourne Cup, is taken off to make an extra long weekend. One of these people is Adam. However the schools are still open and…
We have made a deliberate choice to free up our weekend mornings this year. No swimming lessons, no sport. True, some of these have been squeezed into our weeknight schedule, making these a little tighter, but I can’t emphasise just how nice has been to sit around of a Saturday morning, rather like Adam is…
Mess. We have it. Constantly. There’s even a cat in there somewhere. This is a fairly typical depiction of our household. But I’m not going to dwell on that kind of mess today. As part of the Finish Quantum ‘We Love Messy Meals’ campaign, I thought I’d first reminisce about the kids and their…
I was in the library the other day when I had one of those lightning bolt moments of clarity. This might seem basic to you – as it did to me afterwards, seeing I’m a girl of (occasional) reasonable intelligence – but I was standing there thinking about my diseased chilli bush and wondering what…
I remember when Keira was a baby in a pram and being asked at the checkout if I was interested in receiving shopping vouchers or tickets for particular community initiatives. I remember looking down at her and thinking, “I daresay I will soon enough.” Flash forward to now, when I was contacted and asked if…
Bra shopping was once a pleasure. I know it’s not for many and if you are one of those people don’t worry because if, like me, you enjoy the occasional bout of schadenfreude this story is an embarrassing one and I am the one left red-faced. Before I got super-skinny I was a ‘B’ cup….
Normally, by this point in the school holidays, I would be stocking up on macaroni and cheese and wine (always a dubious combination) in the hopes of ending said holidays: a) not so much cooking as heating-and-serving. b) sane. Things are a little different – or at least, they were – because my mother is…
