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Still here. Just.

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

And no that has nothing to do with my MIL, who has been a massive help and company and the reason I was able to get my first proper hair cut and colour in four years (side note: I’m not that keen on the red foils),  something to do with the two to one nap [...]

Yet another mini break(down)

Monday, July 28th, 2008

The ILs are winging their way to our place as I type for a week’s visit, and I shall welcome them with open arms.  I will actually get some time to myself this week! Luckily for you lot, this also means that I am unlikely to be blogging and you too will get a break [...]

Frustrated Inc.

Friday, July 25th, 2008

Many of the world’s great writers have been inspired by the darker human emotions, and written pieces of breathtaking beauty and complexity when the black clouds of depression or the hot fires of anger have threatened to overwhelm them. I just become a rather shitty writer of trite nonsense, with far too much inane whining [...]

The eye has it

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008

That little heart sticker that I tried to remove from A’s eye yesterday has magically reappeared and we have not been able to extract it from its cosy little position beneath her bottom eyelid. So mr hissychick has just taken our little punk chick to the GP after hours clinic attached to the nearest metropolitan [...]

If I can’t have a w(h)ine then what can I have?

Monday, July 21st, 2008

Total amount of sleep: approximately six hours (broken by night time booby calls of course). Number of months since I last had eight hours’ sleep in a row: Fifteen(ish). Total number of minutes that I had to myself without a child clinging to my leg or demanding my attention between 7am and 7:30 pm today: [...]

Adventures in poor parenting #1324

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

It’s probably wrong that A requests, dances and sings along to Flight of the Conchords’ Mutha Uckers, She’s So Hot and Business Time (‘the bed song mummy’) on YouTube. I blame my own parents, who happily let me watch and learn the songs from Grease. Would write more, but I’ve managed to hurt my freaking [...]

Rock bottom

Monday, July 14th, 2008

Last night I hit rock bottom. It should not have surprised me as much as it did, given that we’ve just had another spell of rather interrupted sleep, and that many of the warning signs of burn out have been around for a while. But it did. I am a shit mother. I am a [...]

Priceless

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Early morning. A polite knock on the bedroom door.     A: Good morning Mummy can I come in? Me: Sure darling, and good morning to you too.   A: (accepts and returns my kiss but then pushes straight past me to the object of her affection): Morning E. It’s breakfast time.   E (whole [...]

Testing…one..doo..Memo to clothing manufacturers: builder’s cleavage is not appropriate for a threenager

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

What the hell is it with little girls’ clothing? I am sick to death of the fact that all pants and undies from the usual big chain department stores are hipster style, and no matter how big they are A’s little bottom keeps peeping out of the top.  She’s not in the least bit comfortable, [...]

“I love you Shane! My wife says it’s OK…”

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Mr hissychick shouted these exact words out during the Sydney vs Collingwood AFL match we attended last night. We were in the tenth row from the boundary, well within earshot of said player.  The father of my children was wearing E’s baby magpies beanie at the time, and kept bopping me in the head with [...]

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