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Telling it like it is

Thursday, November 10th, 2011

“This is bullshit” I announced slowly, glass of wine in hand to the offending child whose eyes were now wide as saucers. The same sinus and fatigue ringed eyes that continue to fight sleep to a point well beyond ridiculous. “But Mummy you said-” “Bullshit. You heard correctly. Now good night! “ And you know [...]

Not a hissychick…a misanthropic bitch

Friday, March 11th, 2011

It’s been a busy couple of weeks and so it is only now that I have found the time to sit down and have another bash at this get back to blogging gig. Fridays are somewhat of a luxury for me, in that when miss Immyjim goes down for her nap I get the chance [...]

Because Lucy made me do it

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

All kidlets are at school and daycare so you think I would be relishing and maximising this rare bit of personal freedom before my return to work on the 28th right? Right? And yet here I sit, somewhat despondent, largely apathetic and unsure what to do.  Wasting a precious hour or two on Fa(r)cebook and [...]

Overcoming inertia

Friday, September 24th, 2010

Tell me……in an attempt to get back to blogging should I just force myself to do daily mini posts a la my Facebook updates or would it be better to attempt a massive update so that all those precious kidlet milestones aren’t lost? How do you translate the endless to do lists into proper action [...]

Go read a shiny happy blog instead

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

Allow me to put aside the kidlets for a post or two because I am about to have a bloody great big whinge. It has been four years since I’ve last had my body to myself- and in some of that time I have been both pregnant and breastfeeding- and I’m completely. burnt. out. Breastfeeding [...]

When poetry is required

Saturday, September 4th, 2010

Many moons ago I used an excerpt of T.S. Eliot’s ‘Marina’ to reveal the gender of Miss Immyjim.  Tonight I feel compelled to revisit and meditate on this poem in full:  Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? What seas what shore what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And [...]

PNFFS

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010

It’s fair to say that I am suffering from PNFFS. PNFFS, in case both you and the mental health professionals didn’t know, stands for Post Natal For Fark’s Sake. And it as exactly as it sounds. I am tired. I am anxious. I can’t focus. I go from loving to monster mama in three nanoseconds [...]

The nerve

Friday, April 30th, 2010

I have a great mother’s group. We have been meeting weekly since miss A was a teeny tacker- a record five years or so- and I mostly love my friends. There are exceptions to every rule. Today was at my place and I was happy to see everyone…bar one. Tell me, why would anyone bring [...]

Somnolence

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

It’s hard to tell whether it’s merely sleep deprivation, or something else.  Just know that the thought of attempting to blog induces a sense of anxiety in this hissychick right now, because I know I should be recording precious moments and yet I feel. so. damn. tired. And guilty. And detached. And that it’s not [...]

And so that was Christmas but we’ve only just begun..

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

Those of you that endure my status updates on Farcebook will already know that Christmas 2009 chez hissychick was not quite the festive and relaxed affair that I had hoped for. Instead, the husband decided to get out of Christmas lunch with the inlaws and opening/assembling any further craptastic plastic toys by developing pancreatitis and, [...]

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