“I hate you, Dad! I wish you would DIE.” The words were ragged with rage as though they might have torn at his lungs on the way out. And though they were terrible words, serious words that would normally have provoked reprimand, Bren and I could only look at one another in shock. Our boy, […]
So we did this yesterday. Luca, Ziggy and I headed into Officeworks armed with a $50 giftcard and proceeded to fill our basket with back to school goodies. When Officeworks emailed me, I had already ordered all of Luca's school supplies directly through his school. I really didn't need anything. But when they mentioned that […]
A friend wrote on her Facebook wall something along the lines of, "I love my kids dearly but are the holidays over yet?" I heard her truth. Oh, I heard it loud and clear. #gothefucktoschool We're all feeling it. Well, most of us. I am feeling it. And though much of my desire for […]
Note the absence of children… I never understood my friends with school kids when they said they looked forward to the end of term break. I thought the default setting for parents was School Holidays = Hell. I thought we were all meant to hold one another at the prospect of all that quality time. But […]
That’s weird. She didn’t smile at me today. She always smiles at me. Last week at pick-up, we had that great chat. At least, I thought it was great. She was laughing, wasn’t she? Maybe she was just being polite. Oh shit, maybe I've done something to upset her. Did I? What did I say? […]
I was looking at Instagram recently, just scrolling through the pics until I came across one that made me stop and read the comments. It was a breastfeeding pic and we all know how much I love those. Babies nestled into their mummas for a hit of the good stuff. Gorgeous. Normally, people will write […]
I could see that he was jittery, his restless little body betraying what was going on in his mind. So I asked him, "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" He thought for a little bit and said, "Actually, I'm a little bit angry." "Angry? Why, honey?" I asked, surprised. "Well, because sometimes I just like […]
I am a jumble of conflicting emotions. Luca begins his first year of primary school. We call it Prep, maybe you call is Kindergarten? Either way, my firstborn is to join the brigade of tiny people with huge school bags. It's a moment, you know? No sooner had he graduated from 4-year-old kindergarten (you might […]
