This is my husband. He arrived home a couple of hours ago. Its 2.53pm. He works FIFO (fly in, fly out) He started work at 6 o'clock last night and worked through until he boarded a plane at 9 this morning. After his flight he drove over … Continue reading FIFO Myth Busting – what I think about some of the sh*t people say.
I've spoken before about the loss of identity that comes with parenting. Its a strange phenomenon. On one hand you become so much more than you were before, you become someone you never imagined you could be. You do things you didn't know you were capable of. You become so strong and so resilient and … Continue reading Finding your thing.
"I am always comparing my weaknesses to someone else’s strengths, so no wonder I’m worn out all the time" I’m tired. I say that so often that I feel like its lots its meaning. I say it to my kids. I say it to my husband. I say it to the check out chick when … Continue reading By my own Measure, I’m Never quite Good enough.
Its 8.21pm. The kids are in bed and I need that “something” that parents need when the kids FINALLY go down. That little reward you give yourself after a long day of answering questions and repeating yourself. I had chocolate in the fridge but it appears to have been demolished by my 9 year old … Continue reading Brownes Dairy Minis – Not just for kids.
I had to buy tampons today. I was sure I had just bought a box recently and after an extensive search through the house and handbags I found them in the toy box because unwrapping tampons and flinging them around the room is a favourite past time for many toddlers. You might think I’m kidding, … Continue reading The Tampon Tax