Going bogue

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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 [...]

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: [...]

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 [...]

Assvice for a fellow cafe patron

Friday, May 16th, 2008

I am not here to babysit your child while you drink your coffee and chat leisurely with your girlfriend. It may have escaped your attention but I am juggling two kids solo and I do not appreciate your snotty nosed little treasure’s repeated and shriek filled attempts to grab my littlest one’s toy phone. The [...]

Can you hear the drums fernando?

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Of the perforated ear kind that is. A is currently the unlucky recipient of a middle ear infection accompanied by “oh my dog my child’s brain is melting out of her ear” gak thanks to a burst eardrum. She is currently on an oral antibiotic/ ear drops/ painkillers regimen that would do anyone over eighty [...]

WWM 08

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

Many moons ago, I wrote about my inaugural WWM* award. Another baby, another year and so it is fitting that I reprise this rather dubious title. And here’s my first self nomination. In the category of outstanding achievement in the field of patience I give you: Yelling at my ten month old to SHUT THE [...]

E the connoisseur (another fine parenting example)

Monday, April 7th, 2008

E managed to consume a small quantity of Dettol waterless handwash just before bed last night. How she even managed to obtain the offending pump still amazes me because it involved real climbing skill. Of course it had absolutely nothing to do with a lapse in supervision while I was attending to A’s ablutions. I [...]

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