I have never been one to sing to my children at bedtime. For a start I can’t sing and the whole exercise would be counter-productive; more Van Halen than Von Trapp. However, if I was going to sing, it wouldn’t be “I’m sexy and I know it and I’m not afraid to show it…” This was […]
Husband: Darling, where are the scissors? Me: They’re in the stationery box. […]
My parents are in the process of retiring, downsizing and moving from Canberra to Sydney. So last week, my brother and I went back to our childhood home to help them hold a garage sale. An informal inventory of the house revealed that my mother has enough saris to clothe a small nation and my […]
Recently Mamamia published this piece I wrote about a birthday party Prima was deliberately excluded from. Turns out a lot of people have been excluded and had something to say about it. Others felt I had been too “pushy”. Either way, about 400 people commented on the piece (on the Mamamia site) and 1069 people […]
So this morning my cousin took Newborn out so I could: (a) take a break from Newborn’s marathon of whingeing (with intermittent 100m whinge sprints) – surely Nature could have refined the teething process?; and (b) send more pieces of writing to Mamamia in a desperate attempt to “be a writer when I grow up”. […]
Please note, all names of people and places have been changed to protect the identity of those involved and to prevent any lawsuits that may be instituted as a result of this blog post. Dear Dr Jones, My son Secundo is a patient of yours and we recently attended your clinic at the Royal South […]
In the playground recently, whilst waiting for our children, a mummy (hereafter referred to as “Working Mummy”) asked me how my work was going. I explained that I don’t work and she said, “Oh, but you have a babysitter don’t you?” There was something about her tone that made me respond with a “Since having […]
Today a 7 year old’s birthday party made me cry, and it wasn’t even my 7 year old. My daughter Prima tearfully explained to me that every girl in her class, except her, had been invited to the party of a classmate (hereafter referred to as the “Birthday Girl”). Apparently, the Birthday Girl had shown […]
This post was recently published by Mamamia – click here to read that version. “Good job darling!” I yell, with my face arranged into the Encouraging and Affirming Mummy Pose. Both my thumbs (not just one) are raised and simultaneously punctuating my prose as I shout “Great work!” and “Good try sweetheart!” whilst smiling so […]
Virginia Woolfe wrote that ’a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction’. I haven’t finished reading her entire essay yet but I feel smarter and more emancipated simply by owning it. My copy is kept on my bedside table right next to Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children, […]