Come on, hurry up!

I booked my tickets (well, technically an awesome friend of mine did, because my brain was overflowing with stuff) a few days ago. After sorting out the incorrect email address – which was after we did a bit of mild panic and I realised I can’t spell proper sometimes) –…

Lifestyles of the insanely busy

Woke up feeling more tired than when I went to bed last night. Which was a feat in itself. Grumpy Pants off to play golf whilst my Inner Pissedoffedness battled it out with my Inner He’s-Entitled-To-A-Break-Too … not fun. Kids at home do to an in leui public holiday, I…

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…

Travelling with Kids

Leave on our trip to Sydney using Chippie as our ‘alarm clock’. Basically, when he woke up for a feed, we (or rather, I) just stayed up and got everyone else up and we got going. Kid’s didn’t sleep, despite it being way too early morning. Didn’t have a coffee…