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What is your parenting kryptonite?

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

There are many toddler and preschooler quirks that make the day just that bit harder to endure sans gin or valium.
Tantrums.
Whining.
Fighting.
Tattle taling.
The constant mess and never ending cleaning.
The selective deafness when it comes to completing the basic tasks that are essential to getting everyone out of the house (did someone say toothbrushing and/or putting shoes [...]

“Hey my Mummy’s a scientist. Listen.To.Her!”

Friday, April 17th, 2009

As said by A to her auntie during lunch in the city today. This followed an earlier lightbulb moment for my oldest girl following an impromptu visit to my workplace on Wednesday (”Mummy, you’re a scientist AND a Mummy. How clever!“).
I’m with you sweetie.  On the listening bit that is. Ahem.
Promise to be back with [...]

Calm blue ocean. Calm. Blue. Ocean.

Sunday, February 1st, 2009

So I wanted to thank you all for your words of wisdom and support about my secret hissy business and to give you on update because for the love of dog there’s more and I also wanted to tell you how A’s first day of preschool went which happened to also be her actual fourth [...]

Bodily fluid overload

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

My day commenced with A absolutely flooding her bed, I’m talking pillows, doona, sheets, sheet topper (those things are farking useless), mattress protector, comfort toys. The works.
It ended with E pulling off her nappy as she pooed, covering herself, her nappy and the lounge room floor with a backlog of crap so enormous that I [...]

Damaged goods

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Our lovely new floors already have a mighty big scratch and dent in a spot right in front of the TV where, last night, I threw and smashed a plate in sheer frustration, anger, and sadness. And then followed through with a sobbing fit that the entire street could hear.
Don’t get me wrong, I am [...]

The natives are restless

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

Why is it that children always act up when their father is not home for the night and their mother, is, as per freaking usual, exhausted?
GO TO SLEEP A AND E. NOW.

Not that you needed to know

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

Everything is not fucking fine.
Let’s leave it at that shall we?

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 [...]

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: zero.
Number of [...]

Time out

Friday, June 27th, 2008

All the usual signs are there:

The bogan non parenting
The lack of interest in anything.
The irritation at the monotony of it all.
The lack of motivation to start, let alone finish any of the number of little projects that I could work on.

I’ve been given my warnings, I’ve counted to three. It’s time for this hissychick to [...]

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