I was given a whole pile of past editions of house style magazines the other day. The ones filled with beautifully furnished homes, elegant dining areas, kitchens I would sell one of my kidneys for, and gardens that put the botanical gardens to shame. I sat and flicked through them looking for some inspiration. We moved in to our house a few months ago and it is pretty tired and in need of some freshening up. I want it say “we live here!” as soon as friends and family come to visit.
I want the house to reflect us and be practical for our needs. Continue reading
I was out walking the other day with my 70kg worth of dogs, pram and child, when a woman stopped her car, wound down her window and spoke to me. She told me that she has seen me out walking and admires how I make it look so easy (she obviously hasn’t seen me try to rein in the beasts when they see a cat across the road) and how I’ve inspired her to get out more with her dogs and kids. Continue reading
Finding half a big hairy spider. That’s what is worse.
I went to get the kids bath ready, only to discover remnants of a big, hairy spider. Four hairy legs. That’s all that was left. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking recently of all that I’m grateful for. Of course I’m grateful for all the big, main, important things. Health, happiness, amazing friends and family to name but a few. But I’m also grateful for all you lovely people who have discovered and followed my blog. Continue reading
There are moments as a parent when I often think to myself, “If I wasn’t doing this, what would I do?” Obviously this has many conditions placed on it and it is more about being able to do anything, rather than not taking into account tertiary qualifications, could I actual make a living from it, or having any of the core essential skills. But besides this, I often flit back to the idea of being a spy. Continue reading
Make my wine a big one, with a chaser of chocolate.
New week, fresh start. That’s what I’m hoping for.
After somehow stuffing up my neck, preventing me from going to boot camp all week and had me in a foul mood, it has just been one of those kinds of weeks. Continue reading
I’m calling BS on so-called “kid safe” scissors. The kind that are supposed to only be able to cut paper.
I’m guessing the makers of these scissors didn’t test them with a group of determined six year olds. Continue reading
Is there such a thing as a “mummy crush”?
Please tell me you know what I mean.
There is always that one mum. The one who is perfectly groomed, whose kids aren’t running away from them when the school bell goes but are instead embracing her lovingly and don’t have toothpaste marks on their school shirt they put on clean that morning. The mum who looks effortlessly put together. Who isn’t wearing jeans that really should have been washed a few days ago as they have several different food stains on them and snot all over the knees from a toddler wiping their nose. Continue reading
1. Kids are smarter than you think. I found this out the other day when I discovered that my one year old had somehow reprogrammed the remote controls so now the TV remote operated the DVD player and vice versa. We’ve had the TV and DVD player for at least 6 years and had no idea this could be done. Until now… Continue reading
A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to start running. Cardio was my thing. Getting sweaty and red faced from exercise cleared my mind, and the noise from the blood pounding in my ears stopped me from listening to my own thoughts and that constant ‘to do’ list in my mind. A great stress reliever. Continue reading