Category Little Things

8 Years Old and the Focus of a Distracted Dog

Why is it so hard to get one single child ready for school? And why is it that screeching “Get your socks and shoes on” or “BRUSH YOUR TEETH” doesn’t work?

8 years old…and the skills of a distracted dog enticed by a squirrel.

This morning has been hectic. I stayed up a little bit too late for the second night in a row. Late by my standards anyway, which is “I’m not in bed by 10pm” which basically feels like an all nighter these days.

I’m working on a project that I’m super excited about, which I’ll be sure to let you know about when I can, but it means that I’m now lacking a bit of sleep.…

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My mum, my childhood, and a conversation I’ll keep forever

Last weekend was Mother’s Day, and this year I found I got a bit reflective. As I go further in my own parenting journey, and what highlights and challenges it brings, it’s made me think about my own upbringing.

I’ve found that becoming a mother has made me understand my mother a lot more. Why she made the decisions she did, or what coping mechanisms she used. How she could have possibly felt after a day at work, only to come home to three children.

How desperately she needed a break, and never got it.

The pressure of parenting

Parenting is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I’m so conscious of how every word I say, and the actions I take, how that will be interpreted by my son.…

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The dress, the downpour, and the Nutbush

You guys…I forgot how long it takes to truly get frocked up.

It was my cousin’s wedding yesterday, and honestly, between the getting ready, the ceremony, the reception, and the dancing until my shoes came off, there’s a lot to cover. Including the dress reveal I’ve been teasing for a few posts now, and my favourite Australian wedding traditions!

The Pre-Game

It started on Thursday, with the all over fake tan. Normally, I just tan my legs because they’re typically translucent, to the point that at night with a bit of moonlight, I’m sure they would almost glow in the dark.

This was the first time in years that I’ve done all over. Once it was done, I basically spent the next 24 hours stressing that it was too dark, and having people remind me I don’t look like Donald Trump.…

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A Weekend That Actually Did the Job

After writing a post on Saturday about my anxiety crash, I’m happy to report that the Anzac Day long weekend refilled my cup in a major way.

Being a public holiday, it meant most things were closed for the day. My son played at a friend’s house up the street, and I’m so grateful to our neighbours, because it meant I could potter around and do whatever I felt like. No responsibilities, no one calling my name…just…whatever.

  • I did so much reading that I finished my latest book – House of Sky and Breath by Sarah J Maas (no. 2 in the Crescent City series, not an affiliate link btw). I’ll do a proper review when I do my monthly reading round-up, but let me just say, I was glad I didn’t have to put it down for long.

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This week, my anxiety won

My anxiety finally caught up with me this week, and I crashed in a big way.

I could feel it building, and my body was growing more and more fatigued. I would wake up in the morning, barely feeling refreshed. I developed a cold sore in the corner of my mouth. My motivation to do anything was dipping, and my desire to retreat into a cave became overwhelming.

A few nights, I tried going to bed earlier. I gave myself permission not to do my to-do list. I slothed on the couch, and sometimes found myself doom-scrolling, which, in hindsight, disappointed me. I’d been doing so much better at avoiding that.

On a surface level, it felt like I was taking it easy, but it didn’t solve anything.…

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