I'll not accept that Bad Mummy Title

A rather busy and productive day. I opted for the business breakfast networking meeting, followed immediately by another business related meeting. Instead of at the school assembly, where my middle child played the starring role of Max in his classes performance of Where the Wild Things Are Apparently, I missed…

Bugger the kid! That hurt

Into the bath with the lot of us. Well, that was The Plan, but school aged boys are incapable of hearing the request the first 37 times, then get upset when they eventually get in and the bath is cold. So, it was in the bath with bubs and I.…

If you can't beat 'em

Well, no you can’t beat ’em coz the bloody Mumfia get all hoity toity and say things like “You’re a bad mother” and stuff like that. After last night’s food rubbage in hair incident, and the super angry, long discussion Monkey Boy and I had afterwards, he sat and ate…

It's human! And it's alive!!!

Argh! I hate Thursdays at the best of times. This year is slightly better, what with the two older ones now doing swimming at the same time. And at the same place. Not at the same place, only six and a half hours apart with the need for school dropoffs…