I am grateful for my home. Especially when I get back from a work trip at 10.30pm on a Friday night. I haven’t been to be honest. It’s old. It has no garden. No pool. It doesn’t have any of the features on my dream house checklist;
It’s a Public Holiday. Women’s Day. We slept in. I got up before the kids and had my brekke in peace and just as I was about to voice note my friend I heard Ava yell for me. Not the first time mind you. Every time I think I have a quiet moment to send…
Let’s all go to the beach….
It was Saturday morning and although I swore never to go on another road trip with the kids again, it’s sort of like when you drink too much. You swear blind you are never doing it again because the hangover was so bad that you set up camp in the bathroom with cream soda and…
Red Hot Mama!
For someone who prides themselves on being sun safe, to the point of literally chasing my son around the hotel pool area, trying to zap him with the sunscreen, I am still trying to piece together just exactly how this happened! [Now this is the section where I was supposed to insert photos of my…
Festive Frenzy Frazzle
Dear Diary, It’s been two weeks since my last diary entry. Two weeks since school closed for the year and the dreaded H word began. Holidays.
The joyous occasion of putting up the F*%$!ng Christmas Trees
It’s that time of the year again. The time of year that pushes my anxiety and stress levels to the max. The joyous occasion of putting up the F*%$!ng Christmas Trees.