Last week I had a dilemma. My usually perky precocious enthusiastic daughter little Miss Janey was tired, tearful and quiet. Quiet. As in no chatting. No words. No singing, not even a hum. In between her sobs, while lying curled…
Category: Adulting & Motherhood
Beautiful, Broken but not beaten
This week has been surreal and traumatic on a level that cannot be comprehended, nor articulated and the effects of which have not yet even begun to sink in. I don’t know about anyone else, but I feel bouts of…
Oh my gawd we’re back again
I think I may just go insaneIs there anyone who can tell me moreHow the hell to survive adjusted level four Am I stressed at all?YeahAm I pissed off much?YeahAm I feeling constrained?YeahThe kids better get their shit together now.…
Fair Weather Writing
Firstly I must apologise for the array of spam like emails that found their way into my respected and dearly appreciated subscribers inbox last Friday. I was hoping to very quietly and inconspicuously upload my “Hitting the wall series” to…
Tog bag teachings in failure
It’s 7.40am on a Thursday in April and I’m sitting in my car outside school, clutching Aiden’s swimming tog bag in my lap. I had illegally messaged the school asking if I could drop it off for him. This was…
Day Derailed
It started off like any other day... Me trying to figure out what day it is, which kid was going to do what or go where while I worked. Someone was crying. Probably me but at this point does it…
