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Shedding another address

I’ve moved house 16 times. It seems I’m rather commitment-phobic regarding addresses, rarely staying in one place for more than two years. Not necessarily by design—things just happened, as things do. And I’m about to do it again. It’s commonly touted that moving house is one of life biggest...

Spoiled by Choice

I can make a high-stakes choice easily enough. Which country to live in. Which career track to pursue. Dramatic differences in variables make it simple calculation. But I’m terrified of ice cream parlours. I go into them in the first place because I’d like an ice cream. Then I...

INTJ: The Myers-Briggs toe tag for my brain

Being told I have the rarest personality type among females is said like some sort of congratulations. As if I’m supposed to feel good about being more rare, more special, more whatever-distracting-adjective-they-use. Well, I’m not distracted. I know what they’re doing: trying to spin it so I won’t realise...

Instant Recipe to Cook a Car: Just (Don’t) Add Water

It was night. It was cold. It was wet. It was in the middle of nowhere, and I would be stuck there for the next hour. That’s what the roadside assistance company said. This wasn’t how holiday homecoming trips were supposed to go. And what made it all worse, was...

Tide incompatible with Brain

It’s fortunate that I have nothing I’m required to do this weekend, because the rolling sound of the ocean tide next to this holiday bach makes me quite unable to do anything. It’s a battle with hypnosis. A struggle to do anything beyond rolling off the front of the...

Soft and Easily Flattened

If I were a food I’d be a marshmallow. I’m soft and easily flattened. (Also white and spongy around the middle, but that’s neither here nor there.) Today I gave a small wave of thanks to a lollipop lady who’d waved me through a lane of road cones. You...

The first Pet Death

Explaining to a 3-year-old that the budgie is dead, is unpleasant. But explaining that it’s Mummy’s fault because she job-shares with the Grim Reaper, is unnecessary—so at least Timmy doesn’t blame me for anything. Only two days ago, I’d been joking with someone about not being able to keep...

What makes a friendship start?

Bases for friendships are irrational. When we were kids our friendships were largely determined by who else lived in our block, but as adults with wider options we like to think our rationale has deeper reaches. It doesn’t. The absurdity of it struck me today when I shared a...

Learning ALL the things!

The only way to make someone want something is to take it away. Generally speaking, people are horrible value assessors. When I was in school, I hated it. I suspect that’s normal. But now that I find myself busied with the busy busyness of domestic this and that, and...

Restlessness and Rubbish

Last night, if good for anything, was good for reminding me what living with a newborn is like. Just in case I’ll get nostalgic for it at some later date. I’m pretty sure I won’t, because just seeing a newborn baby—even before it’s made a noise—gives me Post-Traumatic Stress...

A nice day to buy a house

In recent days I’ve felt like a little kid in the big kid’s pool. I was where I was not supposed to be; way too short to be allowed to go on this ride. But the sun was shining. The morning was warm. I got a green light at almost all the traffic...

Spectacular Serendipity

Yesterday was really quite superb—even though my car broke, I was trapped into holding a phone conversation from a public toilet cubicle, and I got hailstone welts on the way home. When I’d dropped the boys off at kindy I’d noted my car’s revs felt a little low. It...

Seasonal Affective Disorder

There’s a very important difference between yesterday and today. It’s the difference that means that, unlike yesterday, today I feel lethargic, morose, and generally as flat as a pancake. With a tyre track across the middle. The difference: the sun is not shining. It’s ruined everything, just by sleeping...

Blog renovation

This blog is half a step above Tumbleweed status. I’ve discovered I’m really not suited to ‘mummy-blogging’, so this needs to be something different. I revolve around my toddler-shaped bombs of entropy on a daily basis, as a matter of necessity — why would I then spend my precious...

The Revival of the Brain Injury

In hindsight, it seems obvious that if someone were to fly out a rear windscreen and 70 feet down the road, there may be long-term ramifications. Especially when one landed not on a mattress but on chip-seal. Then was tangled in fallen power lines, on life support for a week,...

White walls and waterfalls

Many things have happened since the last entry: Timmy eats loads of blueberries and sleeps in a “big boy’s bed” (which is just a mattress on the floor). Daniel is happily formula fed and sleeps in a cot. I drink loads of coffee and sleep in the same bed...

House-moving and a Helpful Toddler

We’re moving house. Again. I haven’t lived longer than two years at any one address since I moved out of my parents’ place. And I’ve lived at eleven addresses since then. In mocking poetry, we’re moving our stuff out of this house two years to the day since it...

Mother’s Day and a Last Meal

Yesterday, Mother’s Day, was a good day for me. Even though I had to go to work in the afternoon. At home I enjoyed Mother’s Day perks, and at work I enjoyed my last shift where I can actually feel competent at my job — more on that in...

The Car with no Conscience

I always battle a feeling of gross inadequacy when I take the car to a mechanic. It’s a boy’s world. I don’t fit. My last mechanic company left me with a great first impression when I visited for the first time. I’d arrived with every stereotype working against me:...

Childless and Lost

I miss my little grublet. He’s been with his grandmother for a few days, which I believe has been more of a challenge for me than for him. I had burst into tears before Mum had even left our driveway with him, and the rest of the day was...