Sleeping at the End of the World
Another Post from the road; thanks for all your beautiful comments last week. I’m back in internet land so I promise I’ll be a better commenter. It’s 45 degrees outside. The summer sun is streaming through my windows and making my already tanned skin even browner. The sign on the left side of the road informs me that Alice Springs is only 199kms away. We are literally in the middle of Australia. I’m loving the drive home, which sounds crazy when you consider its three...
Read MoreThe Late Night Poo
When it comes to bedtime, I’m a bit of a nazi; it’s seven or seven thirty, depending on which child you are. No discussions, no exceptions, and no arguments. Try to prolong your nightly slumber with drink requests, toilet visits or just hanging round in the hallway, and you will soon begin to see just how impatient a mummy I can be. Being a mum is my job. And before anyone tells me how it’s so much more (which it is,) it’s also my job. It doesn’t pay well, the...
Read MoreNo Brain Cells Left to Think of a Cool Title
Somedays I don’t know why I bother. You think some activities are going to be fun and enjoyable and easy. And then you remember that you have kids, and NOTHING WILL EVER BE EASY EVER AGAIN! Today I took the kids to the movies. We don’t do it very often; in fact we don’t do much of anything in school holidays that doesn’t involve going for a walk, or enjoying a play ground, but I thought ‘what the heck?’ Now my reasoning was sound. I would go on a Tuesday,...
Read MoreLost in a Blog Fog
This is not the blog I planned for today. I was going to do an update on our lolly jar experiment, but I just don’t have the motivation. To be honest I have a whole bunch of blog topics and posts running around in my head, and I can’t even be bothered trying to make the time to do them. Today it’s kind of like ‘what’s the point?’ When I started blogging at the beginning of the year, I was nervous and idealistic. My goal was to get a little bit of myself out...
Read MoreWhen Babies Don’t Sleep
There is a sound in our house, that I prize more highly above any other. And no it is not the sound of happy children laughing. Or the sound of silence. It is the sound of contented sucking. Every morning, I put Ava down for her first nap. And it seems, every morning, I am held hostage in my living room until the sound of happy sucking starts. She is resisting sleep. All my children have, so I don’t know why I’m surprised, but the problem with being number four, is that there is...
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