Welcome to the first official Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday!

by | Sep 9, 2010 | Uncategorized | 1 comment

You, my loyal readers, deserve nothing but my very best. I want to promise that there will be a new post of unrivalled hilarity each and every week. But what can I say, my kids are jerks. Instead, I guarantee this –  The Little Mumma’s Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday! Every week, even if all else goes to hell, know that on Thursdays, The Little Mumma will provide.

-         If I could tell my pre-kids self one thing, it would be to sleep in, often and with no guilt.

-         People read books. Sometimes whole chapters at a time. That must be nice.

-          ‘Single Ladies’ never fails to make me feel like going out dancing. But then, ugg boot o’clock strikes. I love ugg boot o’clock.

-         A good olive oil is worth spending money on. Kind of off-topic but hey, it’s not called ‘Random’ for nothing.

-         A child’s precious babydom is fleeting at best and yet Groundhog Day can last for what feels like a year.

-         The newborn head to mother's vagina ratio is ridiculous. Hardly a groundbreaking thought but such a monumental cock-up by the Lord deserves restating.

-         My Betty Crocker-esque pride in the kitchen is misplaced given the fact that a/ my kid is 9 months old and b/ my other kid doesn’t eat cake/biscuits. I bake for ME and I have the arse to prove it.

-         Motherhood looks way more exciting when Angelina does it.

-         Kids are so needy. Sheesh!

-         I need chocolate.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for next week’s Random Mumma Thoughts.

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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1 Comment

  1. Big Mumma

    I just gave a little shudder as I remembered this stage….one 3 years old and one 9 months… ah yes…


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