There’s a bowl of choc orange balls, a generic version of the reknowned Jaffa which, apparently, is no longer attainable, that’s been sitting on the kitchen bench since Saturday morning. It would be understandable that one would think “How has it been there that long? If it were my house, it would have been gone in seconds!” as…
dear husband
A Colour or a Duck
It was his own fault really. With his sister (my sister-in-law) holding a garage sale, Grumpy Pants went on one of his random clearing out of what he refers to as “crap”, yet more often than not is “stuff” that is loved, wanted, and used by others in the house. He doesn’t like it/use it/want…
Escape, Family Day, Ceatures from the Deep
We did um and ah about Family Day today. There was the obligatory and inevitable resistance to the idea, and even that was half hearted. I gave the alternative; Family Day or tidy up the house. This appeared to induce comas in all three children, suddenly not only incapable of moving, but also rendered permanently…
Healthy Eating, Paleo and Breakfast Conversation
For the last many months, on a Sunday, as we wake too tired to think, Chippie has managed to decide the Sunday Breakfast. So for the last many months, on a Sunday, Grumpy Pants has made pancakes for breakfast. This morning, however, as I woke, fought myself back to sleep, and awoke again to a…
Beserk for Presents
Once upon a time, many months ago, around about Mothers Day 2015 to be precise, I was gifted a gorgeous pair of shoes. It was a present from my family, in appreciation of all my Motheriness, and becuase it is a revoltingly commercialised concept that sucks people in to buy stuff to show their mums…