Snapshots
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
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
Boring Book Is Boring
The page was open on a chapter about PHP and syntax. Fairly certain that would bore anyone to sleep. Please note our awesome (broken) Darthphone and the “Stud” coffee cup – I have a matching one that says “Princess”, the jury is still out on which one is a bigger lie. Yes. We use a … Continue reading
Second Child Syndrome
A couple of days ago I backdated a photopost about Connor, I was hoping to sneak it in under the radar, but forgot about the magic of RSS, and of course the people reading my feed saw it pop up. Why am I backdating posts about my littlest babe you ask? Guilt. No. Worse than … Continue reading
Making The T-Shirt Fit The Crime
It all started so innocently. A bit of afternoon painting to fill up the time in between coming home from preschool and eating dinner. Sounds great right? Whatever could go wrong. Allow me to present a photo essay of what could go wrong: Declan likes to consider himself a post-modern impressionist. He decided he needed … Continue reading
Welcoming The Early Stages Of Insanity
Yesterday I sat down and sorted a pack of sprinkles into colours. It didn’t occur to me until Dan asked what the hell I was doing that this might be a little strange, I just didn’t want the decorations on my cupcakes to clash. The day that I’d planned to make Declan’s cupcakes for his … Continue reading
Best Laid Plans
Dan and I decided to have a business meeting (as much as you can call us scribbling away at notepads and drinking coffee a business meeting) at an indoor playground yesterday. In hindsight, I do not recommend it. One grumpy one year old, and one hyperactive three year old (that has no concept of fear … Continue reading
Inspiration
One thing I keep on hearing over and over again since Robyn’s birth is how “inspirational” I am. I feel like a fraud. I certainly don’t feel inspirational, in fact I think I feel pretty much everything but that. Today I felt jealous. The green eyed monster planted himself firmly on my shoulder in the … Continue reading
Looking Lovely In Lilac
This is me “turning my son gay” if my husband is to be believed. He doesn’t approve of the lilac nappy, the dark purple one is okay, it’s “like Shaft” apparently, but the lilac is just one step away from transforming Connor into Carson Kressley.
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
