How was your Easter? Did you get a chance to put your feet up and eat way too much chocolate? I did! We enjoyed ourselves silly down at Gran and Pops’ house in Fibrotown. We always do. Gran and Pops still live in the house I grew up in and it’s always going to be…
Archives for April 2011
The good, the bad and the blogly
Quietly and without fanfare, Maxabella loves… turned one yesterday. A whole ONE. Of course, I wanted a street parade (with bunting) (and a brass band) (and probably some marching servicemen – no, wait, that was Anzac Day), but foolishly I elected to have a mini-blogging break instead. The whimper approach to celebrating. Devastatingly underwhelming to…
Easter chocolate break
Aaaaah… it’s holiday time in Maxabellaland. I respect that Easter is an important religious holiday for many, but for me it’s all about the chocolate and the mini-break just when I’m altogether flagging. Mostly flagging because we spent yesterday at the Royal Easter Show… Man! Next year I’ll get stuck into a training programme six…
The praise junkie
Most of the posts I write have my incessant need for praise buried in them somewhere (go on, you’ll find it). It’s quite possible that I wouldn’t even get out of bed in the mornings if LOML wasn’t there with a swift ‘you look gorgeous today, honey’. I’m such a praise-junkie that part of me…
Good Cop… er, Gooder Cop
So, we have a problem in Maxabellaland. We don’t have a Bad Cop. Instead we have conversations that go a little bit like this… “Nice work, honey. You were meant to be the Bad Cop in there.” “Wasn’t I Bad? That was my Bad.” “Talking about putting on your cranky pants and doing a little…
Chinese Laundry
On Saturday I found myself wandering into one of those random shopping centre Chinese massage places. My back was killing me and I thought a little massage might bring me some relief. Everyone was very official and efficient looking in their white uniforms and matching smiles. People were blissed out at the reflexology chairs, offering a…
This week I’m grateful for… engaged strangers
What on earth is an engaged stranger, you ask? Someone you don’t know who is about to get married? Nope. This week I’m grateful for… 115. Engaged strangers – those lovely people here and there that acknowledge the world around them and make outings with children just that little bit easier. The tough guy at…
Wearing sheep’s pyjamas
Okaaaaay then. I’ve got to get it out. I’m judgey. I know it’s the worst possible offence of all possible worst offences, but I do judge others. Inwardly. I wouldn’t dream of being unsupportive enough to criticise someone outright, so I will nod and smile and say nothing. But inwardly… Yesterday, for instance, I looked…
Lush green daydreams
My whole life I’ve been a huge daydreamer. Some (like, say, every teacher I ever had) might call it “easily distracted”. Others might say that a daydreamer is a bit vague and scatterbrained. I guess there is a reason why the expression “she’s a bit of a dreamer” isn’t exactly complimentary! But, oh, if you’re…
Super Mum Syndrome
LOML is away for the week, so of course I’ve morphed into Super Mum and can’t sleep a wink. Do you do this? The minute I’m parenting on my own, I’m super-vigilant, super-responsible, super-patient, super-tidy and super-organised. It’s exhausting, but I can’t help it. If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t possibly sustain…