A Sick Quandary

A fortnight ago, I was subject to multiple, middle of the night wakings by smallest child; a feature of my nights that were particularly painful for the entire household and turned me into someone akin to the love child of Adolf Hitler and Attila the Hum, before she’d had her…

Shall I call an ambulance?

Godzilla, after consuming a sizeable meal, watching some TV and running around like an idiot for a bit (a standard, post school routine) informed me at bedtime that he was “a bit sick” and his “head was hot”. The tried and true, generations old, infallable Mum’s Hand On Forehead told…

In my place

After wagging basketball yesterday morning (late night, slightly off child etc) our morning went from scheduled, to re-planned to complete change of plans. Monkey Boy still had gymnastics, Grumpy had to go into work, but presented the illusion he was going to remain supine under the doona for several hours…

What motivates you?

Sometimes, you can perform feats you didn’t know you were capable of. All for the sake of the children microwave. And your own sanity. We’d been out all morning. With a bunch of other mums and kids, where I had the privelege of being The Mum With the Horrible Child.…