A relaxing, holiday sort of day

Decide to do something holiday-y today and off we head to the river for a spot of bbq lunch and fishing. Within minutes – actually, I think it was seconds – of us setting up, Chippie throws a tantrum because his grandfather removed a cigarette butt from his mouth and…

Not a soccer mum

After offloading one child and attempting to do some work whilst baby child clung to my legs and cried a lot, and middle child did middle child type things, like colour in the carpet in his bedroom “coz I like it” and make himself a peanut butter and tomato sauce…

I don't know where he gets the snobby attitude from

There we are, having breakfast, when the subject of our family holiday comes up. “So, what hotel are we staying in?” asks Monkey Boy. “We’re not staying in a hotel,” I reply. “It’s a farm stay. Your uncle sent an email last night. It’s backpacker accommodation.” “Really?” “Yup” and I…

The possible holiday from hell?

Caught up in work stuff and being totally snowed under, I’ve left the arrangements for our impending trip West for Grumpy Pants to deal with. Besides, it is his family organising it all, so I’m happy for him to discuss, negotiate and yell. It hurts my head. And I’m far…

Get. Out. Of. My. Way.

Leaving on holidays tomorrow, so my plan is to get as much done today as possible. I start with my morning walk, which also involves collecting mail, putting Chippie to sleep and a fair whack of meditation and business planning for me. Or would have, had everyone else cooperated and…