The worst thing ever, for a mum

I always thought the worst thing that could happen to my in my mumming career was that one of my kids would desperately want to play football. I live in Melbourne. I wasn’t born here, but have spent a signifcant part of my life here. Decades, in fact. But not…

It was always going to have to happen

It had to happen eventually. Three kids, nine years of Out Of School Activities, or whatever you call them when they don’t yet actually go to school, by several activities each and I land a Saturday Morning gig. *sigh* Have managed to avoid it thus far. Unless, of course, you…

I'd like a refund, please

Craziness of afternoon after a kinda productive day. Initially, I thought this would involve taking Monkey Boy to an appointment, racing back to grab Godzilla from a friends house where he was going after school so he didnt’ have ot accompany me, and Chippie from childcare, off to collect Godzilla’s…