Yes I am still here, and yes I really do want to get back to blogging.  Just  tidying up a few minor impediments first:

Periodic episodes of numbness and pain in my hands that has the medicos perplexed.  House decluttering, wallpaper stripping and new floor laying.
Mr hissychick’s new business venture.
Writer’s block.
Juggling school and preschool runs and fitting in what I can around Immyjim’s naps.

And the most piss poor excuse of all, spending time with my kidlets.  They are all healthy happy and well and all exercising various ways to crush my spirit of course.

I won’t lie, for some reason trying to catch up on blogging and photos and all of that palaver makes me anxious, and so I procrastinate.  However most of those of you who still check in from time to time are probably well aware that I tend to microblog on Fa(r)cebook, so if you want to keep in touch shoot me an email hissychick(at)gmail(dot)com.

To finish up, here are some not that recent pictures of my girl progeny, just to remind you of how cute they really are. Naturally they take after their mother.

Until next time, smooches. With tongue if you get the next round…

I will catch up with you all upon my return. Stay tuned for exciting posts about just how lopsided my boobs have become now that E has weaned from loser lefty during the cutting of her bottom eye teeth, whether A really did use the word “undead” in a complex conversation with her hapless father and whether a Boonie mo proudly sported by your husband as Movember draws to a close does in fact spice up your life between the sheets.

Then again, Maybe not.

* By we I mean that mr hissychick is doing all the hard manual  prep work and furniture removal tomorrow while I distract the kids with a visit to see Santa in the city.  Fair division of labour, no?

Please bear with me peoples. There’s many a tale to amuse you with, the good*, the bad** and the ugly***  and I will get back to you soon. Once the grossness that is iron supplement constipation is dealt with  I’m a bit less pale and woozy and more my blood pumpingly hissy self . Promise.

* the delectable environment and food of Tasmania, introducing myself and the kidlets to hithero unmet extended family, the fact that I did not have one single disagreement with the MIL for the entire holiday, both children doing better than expected with all of the travel, E learning to breastfeed again in public, A gaining confidence to speak to people outside of immediate family.

** Jetstar badly damaging our pram and the ensuing hoops we have to jump through to get it fixed at their expense, having E demand boo boo at the not most convenient times and locations (you ever tried to breastfeed a toddler on a plane, one who angrily kicks out at the drinks trolley when it has the audacity to get in her way?)

*** A throwing some of the most revolting tantrums and indulging in some of the most disgusting, defiant screaming behaviour we have seen thus far. Yes some of it was tiredness related but I was gobsmacked. And as you well know that does not happen very often. E cutting two bottom premolars and therefore refusing to sleep at night for over half of our holiday. Enough said.