How NOT to multitask; unit 101
Master J is six and Mr Point Five and I are always laughing at his plethora of excuses to get out of bed after being tucked in. We should have kept a diary by the recliner chair and jotted them all down; they are hilarious. On the first or second I ususally listen to the excuse and act on it but after what is sometimes the third, fourth and fifth time I lose my patience and it can end with him in tears and me wanting a wine very badly. Then I feel guilty for losing my cool and...
Ranty Pants Post – and a little editing…..
This picture above has been doing the facebook rounds for months now. And it totally gives me the shits. I cannot STAND it and I feel like screaming every time someone waxes lyrical about its wisdom. Its BULLSHIT people!!!! As Mothers we are always making the right decisions, because they are right for you and your family; nobody elses. Motherhood is NOT about doing everything wrong, its not. And who has the right to say that to you anyway? And circulate it as truth in a cutesy picture to mask its condemnation and blame? We don’t need forgiveness; we should be proud...
Losing my Shit – #allthesobs
So I have a confession – hubby is home for a few RDO’s tomorrow and the in-laws are arriving the day after for a week. You would think I would be cleaning madly, and I am, well kind of. I have a load in the washing machine and a few more backed up ready to go. I have stripped the guest bed sheets and am thinking about vacuuming and wiping the inside of the microwave out. I have dropped the dog off to the vet, with Master J in tow, and need to go pick him up again soon. Then...
The Grinch who stole Mothers Day
Mothers Day on facebook sucks balls. Every single mo-fo year from 6am I am SWAMPED with vomit-worthy instagrammed the shit out of pictures of florist delivered flowers, flowers handpicked from the garden if you are blessed with a garden like BabyMac, crumbs breakfast in bed helped by doting Dads, and presents lovingly thought out and not so secret squirrel shopped the day before. Seriously, my coffee pretty much curdles before I get to drink it, its that cringeworthy. Cringeworthy because we go to so much effort to keep up with the Jones’ so the speak. We try to out-do each other on our...