Me Me Me
Good Days
When someone asks me how I’m doing I’ll normally answer something along the line of “I have good days and bad days”, even if I feel fine at that particular moment, I’m very aware that if I say I’m fine then people will start to think I’m in denial and not coping. Then if I … Continue reading
One Month Down
Yesterday was my due date, the magical 40 week mark that I still have yet to hit with any of my pregnancies, it also marked one month since Robyns birth and death. I guess that officially that should be death and birth, death came before birth for her, which is just an odd concept to … Continue reading
Smile, Though Your Heart Is Breaking
If I come out of the other side of this learning one thing, it’s to truly appreciate what I do have, to enjoy the moments that make me smile and keep me going each day. Like the love Dan has for the boys and myself. Connor’s refusal to ever grow up. Completed projects. And interruptions
Fast Food Fern
I am slightly obsessed with junk food. I’m also slightlyfairly overweight. These two things may or may not be related, but I’m thinking they probably are. This pregnancy was my hardest and my heaviest. Again, I’m thinking that’s probably related. One of the big goals I’ve set for myself this year, and before we even … Continue reading
Coping Mechanisms
One of the main triggers of me going a little loopy is when there is too much inside my head. Brain dumps are my best friend, I need to hold my head over a sheet of paper and let everything that’s inside it fall out of my ear and allow itself to become more organised … Continue reading
It Aint Easy Being Green
You’d be stretching to call me houseproud. I do the absolute bare minimum to make my home livable, I don’t ever see myself being featured in an issue of Better Homes. But I have a want. More accurately, a need. I need a lime green sofa. I can’t look at my lounge room without mentally … Continue reading
The Daily Battle
I stutter occasionally. I will be mid sentence when my brain decides to stop communicating with my mouth and I get stuck on a sound. It tends to flare up when I get tired, stressed or just mentally unstable in someway. It happened today, and as I stood there stuck on “Ra” for thirty seconds … Continue reading
Laundry Day
Laundry Day doesn’t come around very often in this house, and when it does it rarely goes out on the line. You see, my line is tucked away in some long forgotten corner of my garden… right outside the kitchen window, and as I don’t spend much time standing at my sink (washing the dishes … Continue reading
Pink, It’s Like Red, But Not Quite
Babies make you feel old, well, not necessarily babies, but one preschooler and one would-be-toddler-if-he-would-just-get-off-his-arse-and-walk make you feel old. I decided to counteract this by dying my hair and calling back to my long gone days of college, late nights and doing assignments on the train into the city. Suddenly I feel magical, I don’t … Continue reading
CamWhore
My husband cruelly suggested as I was getting ready to go out last night that I was old, miserable and no longer able to take perfect camwhoring shots, lets just see… Self portrait with camera at arms length. Check. Slightly blurry focus to cover up any imperfections. Check. Artistic MySpace angle, taken from above to cover … Continue reading
