I thought everyone's life had a soundtrack. Every significant memory in my life – and even the insignificant ones – have music attached. My earliest memories are all punctuated by songs. Going to Mum's hairdresser reminds me of Mondo Rock, trips away on the houseboat recall the Good Morning, Vietnam soundtrack, driving to […]
Today was spent clearing out the shed. So much shit. How does one accumulate so much shit? Insane. There was stuff that I have held on to – and was happy to keep holding on to – that just makes Brendon want to headbutt me (he's a pacifist for sure but I know the headbutt […]
It has been one of those beautiful weekends. Bren works every second Sunday so the weekends when he is home the whole time? Are amazing. We all feel it. This morning, Luca lay beside me in bed, just stirring from sleep. Bren and Zig were already up. "Where's Daddy?" he asked. "He's in the kitchen […]
"I need to cancel my ultrasound appointment please." My voice was small. So small. "And can I reschedule that for you?" Her voice was bright. Too bright. "No, thank you." The sob caught just in time at the back of my throat. Until it happens to you, you can't imagine that it would ever happen […]
This is me with one of my dearest friends, Victoria. Isn't she beautiful? Isn't this photo great? Tori is godmother to Zee. It's awesome. She totally buys my kids designer clothes. Aunty Torwee. Everyone loves her. Me, I adore her. She is one of the single most thoughtful and generous people I know. And she […]
I know what you're thinking. I do. You're thinking, "Oh shit, now that The Little Mumma is knocked up, all we're going to hear about is constipation and swollen ankles. Borrrr-ing!" And okay, it's true, I have been backed up like a motherfucker. No shit. Literally. But I never get the swollen ankle bit. Oh, […]
[Photo Credit] Yesterday, I was accused of ignoring this blog. And that when I did post, I was 'phoning it in'. It was 3am when the accusation came through. I tossed and turned, sleep impossible as the damaging words rebounded in my skull. Who would be so cruel as to say such a thing? And […]
Following on from last week's post, Picture Perfect: Oh, family! Yeah. That's about it in a nutshell.
