The Griswolds

The Griswolds

Soon my family and I will be embarking on our amazing trip to the USA as part of my role as the Escape Travel Family Reviewer. We are beyond excited. I am freaking out in a control freak sort of way. We’ll be spending three weeks traveling throughout California (part...
Wobbly Week 5 - The Drawing

Wobbly Week 5 – The Drawing

I am struggling. I’m heading into Wobbly week 5. Considering the first week was just thinking about what I wanted to achieve, this is really my fourth week of healthy eating and living. This is the time I normally give up. Predictably, to me anyway, I’ve let myself slip off...
Stop Telling Me Girls Are Easier

Stop Telling Me Girls Are Easier

If I had a My Little Pony for every person whose smiled and exclaimed how lucky we are for having girls, followed by some sing song comment like “at least you don’t have boys” or “I’d trade my boy for three girls any day”, followed by light hearted peels of...
Wobbly: The Diary of a Mum Trying to Find Herself - Week 1

Wobbly: The Diary of a Mum Trying to Find Herself – Week 1

It’s one week until school holidays finish and I am struggling to find any time to myself. My husband, Twiggy, works from home, as do I. And our three girls – Lil, CC and Hutz have us cornered. I am over it. I need some SPACE. Anyway, the purpose of...
Being a mother is not a job

Being a mother is not a job

I don’t know Catherine Deveny personally and this post is in no way an attack on her, in fact I actually agree with many of the points she raised in her recent post for The Guardian titled Sorry, but being a mother is not the most important job in the world....
Downtown

Downtown

There was something about the smell of the roller skating rink I loved – sweat, hot chips, rubber and sweet smelling teen deodorant all rolled into one. It was always darker than the outside world; floor and ceiling fluoro lights would ensure the rink had a dull glow about it,...
Time Goes By

Time Goes By

There’s a house I used to live in when I was a kid. I still drive past it. Mostly it was just Mum and I living there, sometimes it was a revolving share house of friends, family and kids in crises care. You could say my childhood was not your...
The Mirena Disaster

The Mirena Disaster

WARNING: This post contains graphic descriptions about blood loss and may offend some people. Do not read it if you are easily offended. I have chosen to write about my experience because no-one warned me about what might happen and I’ve had many questions about the Mirena and frankly, it’s...
The Baby Belly

The Baby Belly

This post is hard for me to write because I spend so much time trying to hide what I am about to show you. I’m going to do this because I am so angry. I am so angry at the extraordinary amount of pressure on women to lose their “baby...
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Stop Judging Me

Stop Judging Me

It takes me about one minute to take a photo, slap on a filter, add a caption and chose which social media channel to share it on. The same to write a Tweet  or update my Facebook status. It takes someone double that to have a go at me for using my phone. Stop it....
Wobbly Week 27 - Reflection

Wobbly Week 27 – Reflection

It’s been a week of reflection and self preservation. A time of great sadness. Insurmountable grief beamed into our lounge rooms, filling the airwaves and flashing up on screens. Newspapers splashed with tears. Families torn apart. Weeks like these require pulling those you love tight. It demands of you an acute sense of life. Gratefulness....
Grateful For Days Like These

Grateful For Days Like These

Winter sun streaming through the window. The heater’s on. All the girls are on school holidays and today has been declared Stay At Home Make Biscuits, Do Craft and Laze Around Day. I’m acutely aware of how lucky we are. We have a house to build our memories, peaceful streets, food to eat, time on...
Wobbly Week 26 - 5 Ways To Get Back On Track

Wobbly Week 26 – 5 Ways To Get Back On Track

As you’re all aware – I am on struggle street. Every week I write about how I’ve lost my way and how next week I’ll be back on track again. Then a week goes by and I find myself writing the same post over and over and over. I got on the scales this week...
My Family Lens - Celebrate

My Family Lens – Celebrate

There was a point when Twiggy and I weren’t sure how we were going to survive daily life. We were broken. We’d just had our third child and found ourselves with three kids under the age of 4yo. Our days were spent changing nappies, chasing kids, tantrums, broken sleep, vomit, cutting food into tiny pieces, wiping...
Wobbly Week 25 - I forgive

Wobbly Week 25 – I forgive

It took me about one minute to talk myself into breaking my own Dry July commitment. One minute. It was discussed that if I was not letting anyone else down, just myself, then that would be OK. So I did, I let myself down. I had a fab night with friends and family I adore....
Why Did No-one Tell Me?

Why Did No-one Tell Me?

Kids huh? They’re pretty awesome. You feed them, teach them, guide them and love them. If you have concerns you look online, read a book and ask people for guidance. You don’t know what you’re doing most of the time, but you do your best to find out what you can. But why did no-one tell...
Blogging Partnerships

Blogging Partnerships

Today I got yet another email asking me to “partner” with a business for free. Have a read of this if you are a business embarking on a blogger outreach program and do the opposite. I can’t even make this shit up. Hey Mums, Talkative Limbs (the name’s been changed) is expanding to blogging and we’re interested to...
Wobbly Week 24 - Slump

Wobbly Week 24 – Slump

  If you can’t say anything nice then don’t say anything at all. This pretty sums up my week. Winter blues, a chest cold and a driving desire to do nothing. I’m finding it hard enough to get off the couch to even shower, let alone ride, skate, run, lift weights or stop myself from...
A Guide To Mother's Guilt

A Guide To Mother’s Guilt

The door bell interrupted my conversation. “I’ve got to go honey, my dinner’s here,” I say. “OK Mummy, I love you,” my nearly 4yo replies in her sweet, sing song voice. My hearts bursts and tiny fireworks come out. “I love you too sweetheart.” I’d traveled to Melbourne for a blogging conference and treated myself...
5 Ways You Can Help Change Lives

5 Ways You Can Help Change Lives

When I see images of starving children, war and poverty I feel overwhelmed. I know that as the saying goes “everyone can make a difference”, but I get so caught up on the magnitude of it all. I give money when I can to various charities and when money’s tight I donate my time whether...
Wobbly Week 23 - A Slow Dance

Wobbly Week 23 – A Slow Dance

It’s like I do a few steps back, a couple to the side, another to the front, followed by a slide. It’s like a slow dance this weight loss caper. A very friggin’ slow dance. This week could only be described as a shuffle. I was sick. I’ve had woman flu, which is worse than...