I bought a dress the other day. Hardly mind blowing, revolutionary stuff really, but bear with me. I’ve started working again, and occasionally I want to do stuff like frocking up and looking like a human, rather than something that crawled out of suburbia, got dragged through a couple of hedges on the way and lost an argument with a couple of sassy 4 year olds that morning. But enough about everyday life.
I bought a dress. I’m very proud of this fact. It was one of the first I’ve bought post babies, and I got excited about getting something new. It’s something I own that I didn’t buy on a clearance rack because hey, it’s just going to be puked/boogered/stained on anyway. I actually owned something NEW! Without STAINS! And I looked like a functioning member of society in it! Continue reading The one about pockets.
It’s a quick update, I know. I’m actually trying to be good and stick to my scheduled blogging times (for now), and I’ve been doing sort of well with it. I’ve done a bit of tweaking, I now have my own domain and am slowly working now towards upgrading and building a bit more stuff around the site. I mean, I NEVER expect to take off and all that, but hey, when your google rankings are not bad, you take advantage of that and make things look pretty. Continue reading The one about the TAPS support group
A couple of months back I made a huge deal about how you should stay tuned, my blog was coming back … and how this year was going to be AWESOME because I was 40 and everything was under control.
And then… Life happened.
My girls started school, I started working, and all of a sudden life was lost under a massive cloak of ‘OH MY GOD I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME FOR SLEEP LET ALONE A BLOG!’ … and so I kind of let things lapse.
Continue reading The one about how a week turns into a month turns into … well, you get the idea
At the bottom of this post there are links to a fundraiser. All proceeds go directly to the TTTS Support Team so that they can continue their amazing work with grieving families. Thank you in advance for your donations!
On the 20th of January, I turn 40. Crazy, right? I mean, 40 seems like you should have everything sorted out and be a responsible, mature adult and all that shit.
Seriously, no pressure. None at all.
Continue reading The one about the birthday fundraiser..