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Last night there was a hysterical meltdown when I informed the Beast she could NOT have her chicken sleep in her bed. (This is directly correlated to the fact that the Beast still sleeps in MY bed and there is no way in hell I was having a McNugget sitting on my pillow.) The Beast… Continue reading "But Mama, I love him!"

I try very hard to be the kind of parent whose children feel like they can come and talk to you – about EVERYTHING. This requires that one keep a neutral unpanicked facial expression, even though inside, one may be screaming OHMIGOSH HELL NO! (That sort of honest response is sure to freak out the… Continue reading Older Men…

Today my babysitter brought a gift to work for the Beast. A baby chicken. A real live endlessly cheeping one. With fluffy soft wings and little webbed feet. The Beast is completely entranced with it. 'My chicken!' (much embracing and squeezing and smothering of aforementioned chicken.) Miraculously, the bird has made it alive through the… Continue reading A Chicken called Nugget.

Two weeks ago, somebody broke into my old house and stole stuff. Including an ancient video camera with 6 mini-cassette tapes in the camera bag. I dont care about the stereo they heaved out through the window or even the video camera. What I am cut to ribbons by is the loss of the tapes.… Continue reading A Curse.

The other day, HRH and I had an argument. I can’t even remember what it was about. All I can say with certainty is that we spat and hissed and then stomped away from each other. He to work. And me to chauffeur children to school. We did not speak again for the remainder of… Continue reading Just. Like. That.

So life has been rather hectic lately – hence the absence of current blogs. But I thought I would take a moment to share with you some nuggets of wisdom which I have accumulated over the last two weeks as my very first book has been thrust upon an unsuspecting public. The DO’s and DON’Ts… Continue reading Todays news is tomorrows rubbish.

Today we are moving to a rental house so we can renovate our home in preparation for it to be sold. I am screaming at my kids. And stomping through mountains of suitcases and boxes. All unnecessarily. Whatever you do, don’t visit me today. Or call me. Moving is making me mad. Why? At 3am… Continue reading Mad with Memories.

I am a bad person. I went to help a friend at the Opening Ceremony for the Special Olympics. We were wo-manning the canteen and giving out the food. I know the Special Olympics epitomizes many great things and I totally support the ideals and all of its goals. BUT- I was not moved by… Continue reading Bad people shouldnt go to Special Olympics

Did you know that the fourth form is a pit of pornographic pleasure and peril? It’s everywhere. On their ipods. Laptops they bring to school ‘to do a project presentation’. On fancy cellphones that I can only dream of affording. A grinning little third former is busted with hardcore viewing material on Day Four. The… Continue reading A pit of porn.

HRH(His raging hotness) is out of town. In the Land of Oz to be precise. I used to hate it when HRH went away.I would be riddled with paranoia and deep seated fears. So when HRH used to go away, I would have to put my emergency response plan into action.- Sleep with a can… Continue reading The hills are alive!