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Who will you be?

One of my favourite things to do is imagine who my boys will grow up to be. Will they be bogans? Or hippies? Will they stay up late reading by torchlight like I did? Or will they ignore… Read More

The night I was an unlocked car

TRIGGER WARNING: This post discusses sexual assault. *** I barely drink these days. With no sleep and breastfeeding around the clock it’s just not an option for me. I know few parents who drink heavily because really, who wants… Read More

We’re not competing

One thing I’ve tried to reject since the moment I became a parent three years ago, is the concept that I am in competition with any other mum or dad. This idea that there are perfect parents out… Read More

When time stands still

As I rocked (quite vigorously I must say) my baby to sleep and attempted again to get the dummy into his mouth I thought to myself “Ughh I can’t wait till he is older and we are through… Read More

This isn’t indulgent

My nanna was a smart woman. She raised seven children. And had 18 (or probably more – it’s hard to keep up) grandchildren. I adored her. She died before she could meet my children, which is heartbreaking in… Read More

Happy Bleakmas

I was asked if I’m going to write about Christmas. And hopefully I will. But this is not that post. If you’re looking for heart-warming merry and bright stories of hope and joy turn away now. Abandon hope… Read More

To my baby: I’m sorry

My dear sweet baby, I’m so terribly sorry. It has come to my attention, over the course of writing this blog, that I have failed you. You see, I have had emails, and blog comments, and comments on… Read More

To the person who let off fireworks from 3.30am till 5.20am last night

I just want you to know I’m going to find you. A sleep deprived mother is basically more terrifying than Liam Neeson. You need to know that. And you should be scared. Because when I find you I’m… Read More

Love and nappies

As I listened through the monitor to my husband trying to get our baby to sleep I suddenly had a thought that I was pretty sure it was our anniversary. And I’d forgotten to buy him something. As… Read More

Remorse and redemption

I remember the first time I talked to my son about the word sorry. I had asked him to apologise for snatching a toy from his best friend. He had looked at me with his big beautiful blue… Read More