Dear Son, We are moving house. In the 9 years since you were born, you and I have shared 13 different addresses. We have lived with family, friends and on our own and every time we have moved, I have watched your expression change from disappointment to acceptance as you put on a brave face … Continue reading Dear Son, We are moving house.
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 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.
"Even when you’re super inviting and tell us to bring the kids – “they’ll be fine, they can have spaghetti” – I’m just imagining my overtired kids with your spaghetti and wondering how fond you are of your carpet" Dear child-free friends, We love you guys. We need you in our lives. We live … Continue reading Dear Child-Free Friends
When I first became a mother, I went back to work part time when my son was only 3 months old. When he turned one, he started in full time day care as I began a full time job. He was nearly 5 by the time we made the move to Western Australia and I … Continue reading The “Working Mother”