Monday, March 26, 2012


Should be studying for my uni test, but instead I am on Pintrest. Surely I'm not the only one.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Monday, March 12, 2012


You can walk barefoot.

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Becoming a "yes" mum

You will see a series of blogs, that say "Yes, you can _______". This is me learning to be a "yes" mum. I often say "no" for no real reason. I forget that kids are kids. So here is todays post.

Yes, you may have a pancake picnic for dinner.

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Kids and books... I am sick of reading the same thing over and over and over. The enjoyment they get from it is all worth it though.

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Friday, March 9, 2012



When I close my eyes, that's all I see.

Kids are funny

"Cock cock cock" said master 21 months
"Eh?" I asked.
"Cock cock cock cock" he replied.
"Cock?" I questioned.
"Yeah" he replied.

I rolled around laughing my head off. My son was asking me for cock? What the HELL was cock? He didn't appreciate me finding humour in his lack of skills to communicate his wants, and threw a arm swinging, leg kicking tantrum, right next to me on the sofa.

After wiping away the tears, I took his little hand and said "you want cock? You show me" and he took me to the fridge where he pointed right up on top, at the gumballs.

"They aren't choc darling, they are yucky gumballs which you can't have" I told him. Then we went to the cupboard and got a couple of M&M's which made him happy.

Cock, choc, I can totally hear the resemblance :)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I smile

Most days, I smile. At the post man, at the teacher, at the friend walking down the street, at the checkout chick, at the kids... at everyone I come across.

I smile, because it's easier.

It's easier than looking sad. If you look sad, people want to know why. So I smile.

These last few days have been tough. For reasons that elude me, and reasons I can pin point.

When I saw
you in the supermarket, I felt sad for time lost and bad feelings.

When I saw you at the centre, and my kids got excited to see you, I felt sad. For far too many reasons to list.

When I see you and you smile, I know you're smiling because it's easier. So am I.

Sometimes I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder what God was thinking when he gave me children. I might be 28 in body... ok 40 looking in body, but I'm about 15 in mind some days.

I am barely able to look after myself, let alone these snot and shit filled midget terrorists who do nothing but whinge and whine 90% of the time.