For me, there is no place like home. It is my family’s sanctuary, our comfort, and our home base. It is where our team, our little growing family comes together and simply enjoys each other’s company. Mostly… By the end of six weeks holiday we were all happy to go off and do our own thing. Except for my son who started Prep this year,
Number 100! In text it just doesn’t come out the same way. Just imagine a sweaty bingo caller, in the heart of the Nevada desert. Do they even call 100 in Bingo? Anyway, imagine him… saying that… ok, odd but I felt I needed to explain myself because that is how my brain works. I thought fitting that after we reached this mighty number of
Possibly relevant at this time of year if you have been hanging out with the family for a little too long, Dr Sash and I are chatting about how to disagree without turning things into another World War. The silent treatment isn’t cool either. It is completely ok to disagree with an opinion; it is human nature and is what makes us all unique. Unfortunately,
Oh how I am enjoying a bit of digital downtime over the holidays. Actually, it isn’t just an absence from my computer or iPhone, it is also time away from thinking too hard. I really like not thinking. 🙂 I really like not thinking. There have been naps and card games, books and podcasts. This link list is all things that are filling my holidays.
Here is the scene, it’s kindy pick up on a Tuesday afternoon. It’s that time where parents have a quick chat with each other or perhaps brush past with just a light polite smile. Today though I have brought my microphone along and mac to capture a little interview with a fellow kindy mum. Perhaps I didn’t think this through, the look on Roz’s face
Before I hang up my laptop for the festive season I just wanted to swing in and say thanks. Thank you for being here and reading and chatting and involving yourself in my online world. It is a much nicer place when I am not just chatting to a computer screen. I love seeing you so… thanks! I’m really not sure what to say about
Over three years into FIFO life and things are very routine, perhaps a little blasé. Daddy isn’t home for some special days, though try as we might to work everything in nicely, it is simply life working this FIFO gig. He isn’t home for six months of the year, which is a whole lot of days and weekends you hope to be doing nothing exciting
Yay! We are nearly there. The Mr went back to work this week and I am still holding out hope that he will run out or hours and get sent home. The likelyhood is very slim but, Santa, I’ve been good! Now my plans are on things to do to keep excitment building for the kids and not have them tear the place (or eachother)