An Aussie taking on the Netherlands , one klompje at at time…
I really want to preface this post by saying – yes, I will be talking about my underpants.
However, I think what’s important to clarify is this : If you’re here because you did a hashtag search on underpants for reasons other than “I’m really that obsessed with one brand of underpants and I’ve been buying them for nearly 25 years and I’m gutted I can’t buy them here.”, this is your time to bow out of the post gracefully. Thanks for the click! 😉 Continue reading “The One About Underpants”
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.”
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”
Today is the 25th of October. Just another autumn day for most people.
4 years ago, at around 10am, this day took on another meaning for me.
I went to my regular checkup, and found that baby A had barely any fluid, whilst baby B was swimming in her fluid. We had suspected, then confirmed later, TTTS. This day was horrible – I had so many ultrasounds, talked to many doctors, including one that told us we should make funeral plans for our babies. The next few days were spent in shock and tears, as we came to grips with what was happening.
Dear Monsters,
Today you are 3. It’s not been an easy road to get you this far, fate tried to take you from us early on. You’re tough cookies though, and you fought and showed your courage from the start.
I can’t tell you life is going to be easier now you’re 3. You’ve come so far in the past 3 years, but you still have a long way to go with catching up to your peers. I know you’ll do it, but no matter what, I’m going to pick you up when you fall, and turn you in the right direction when you’re lost.
3 is tough. You guys think you’re big girls now, and I still call you my babies. You are my babies though, and you always will be. I won’t forget holding your tiny hands inside the incubators, or that first precious cuddle we had after you were born. Even though you’re big girls now, I’ll still try to cuddle both of you at the same time like used to. Just don’t wriggle too much.
The road ahead is unsure, monsters. We don’t know what the future holds for you, for us, for anyone. You can be sure that I’m going to be with you on that road, making sure that we clear any obstacles together. We’re a good team, you monsters and me. We fight together, and we charge through life like bulldozers. We’re a little crazy, but when you’ve been down our road, crazy helps us stay happy and healthy.
So here’s to you, my crazy, happy, healthy little monsters. 3 years has flown by, I can’t wait to see you enter your 4th year in the same way you approach life – with enthusiasm, love and a touch of craziness. xx
Love,
Mama.