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Home Beautiful vs Reality

~ Life, kids and a glass of red ~ 28 Comments

Home Beautiful vs Reality (1)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 →

What has happened to the simple act of kindness?

~ Life, kids and a glass of red ~ 19 Comments

What has happened to the simpleI 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 →

Perhaps I should have been a spy

~ Life, kids and a glass of red ~ 4 Comments

spy childThere 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 →

Is there such a thing as a “mummy crush”?

~ Life, kids and a glass of red ~ 5 Comments

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 →