by | Oct 28, 2010 | Uncategorized | 4 comments

Tonight, my mind is in overdrive. There is so much going on for The Little Mumma right now and on Monday, I will have something fun to share with you. I'm excited about how much this little blog of mine has grown in just two short months since I relaunched it. And I'm grateful for everyone who has stopped by to read it.

But for now, as always on a Thursday evening, some Random Mumma Thoughts.

I looked around my living room today – an open plan affair with kitchen – and it looked like a toy store had thrown up everywhere. Violently. There was shit EVERYWHERE. And food. Little bits of it. When I became a mother, I started off as the crumb-Nazi – meals were to be eaten at the table, no ifs, no buts. BUT, then LD became a lippy 3-year-old and Zee became a finger food enthusiast, and in the end, you know what? I just let it go. It wasn’t worth the arguments and the angst.

Surveying the disaster area I once called home sweet home, it occurred to me that my sons have a LOT of toys. And it also occurred to me that they have an annoying need to play with every toy, all at once. While LD was busy playing with cars, I dared to begin packing away the play dough. The ensuing performance was worthy of an Oscar. But there was no little golden man for the child. Rather, he was firmly advised to suck it up. Maybe I put it less harshly, maybe I didn’t. 

Lone Dino

The photo above is clearly NOT of the toy store vomit. I didn’t rush to get a photo of that. Funnily enough. But I should have. Because maybe you would have felt better about the state of your living room. Hey, there’s always next time. So, in about twelve (very) short hours.

The photo above is what I find even when I’ve spent the last hour and a half cleaning. There’s just always something, somewhere. And, being that it’s boys I breed, the tiny dinosaur is a common find. And they can be anywhere. Jammed inside heating ducts and CD players, in the car, the bath, my handbag, and one day soon, I'm sure, one of the children's noses. They're everywhere. Breeding, I think. And these little ones freak me out because, of course, I am terrified Zee will choke on one of them. Bucket 'o Dinosaurs? Yeah, that was a great idea, Mumma. 

But yesterday, I found something out of the ordinary. And it scared the crap out of me.  

What the?

Do you know what that is? I’ll tell you what I thought it was. I thought it was a dirty, big (okay, big-ish) spider. And it made me jump about ten feet in the air. Twice.  


Take a closer look. It’s a dried up, upside down daisy, picked by LD on a lovely sunshiny walk the day prior. Now, I don’t know how it ended up on my en suite basin but I can say it wasn’t there earlier in the morning.  

I can also say that after I took a photo of it, I put the camera back on my desk and then returning to the bathroom, the fucking thing scared me AGAIN. And that’s when I threw that stupid, dried up daisy in the bin.

Hello friends


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. Jane

    Love your work Little Mumma !!! So glad things are going well for you in blog world =) Mwah

  2. Angie aka The Little Mumma

    Thank you, loveliness. xx

  3. Big Mumma

    I’ve just stopped laughing at the spider (flower) – bloody thing and I’m looking forward to the exciting new developments!

  4. Angie aka The Little Mumma

    3 times! It got me 3 TIMES!


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