I know I’ve slept. But I also know I’ve not had nearly enough. Peanut was up and down with bad dreams, starting just after I’d got to sleep through to about 2am. Both Hubs and I were tag-teaming, so we’re both like zombies today. Peanut is so cranky, I struggled with him this morning. He … More Oh what a night…
After drinking copious amounts of bathwater, despite requests not too, Peanut woke up wet at 10:30 last night. I changed his nappy, got him resettled and he then slept through to 5ish. I wrestled him into his outfit for the day, and by 6:10am we were painting in the kitchen. As you do. I was … More Yuckity yuck
As well as nearly setting off a security alert at the airport by dropping a bag from her trolley, Mum almost set fire to the house yesterday. I’d gone home to have lunch with her, finishing off the salad that we’d made the night before. When I got home from work I said that I … More Hazardous article – approach with caution
I nearly put the Grown Up of the title in inverted commas. I don’t feel grown up, I still feel the same inside as I always have done. I’ve been musing about this off and on since Christmas when I spent more time with Peanut and thought, I can remember playing with toys and totally … More Ten on Tuesday – on being a Grown Up
Yesterday was a blistering day in Melbourne, complete with a grass fire 8km from our house, at one point we were on a ‘Watch and act’ notice, which if we would have got a text message, we’d have to have left home. Which was a bit too close for comfort. Today the fire is contained, … More It’s a Granny!
I’ve been keeping half an eye on Mum’s flight all day. Not that I’m excited or anything. I’ve just found this page on the Melbourne airport website, that little blue blob? That’s her flight!
I’ve been waiting and hoping I could write this blog title for weeks. Melbourne is in a heatwave at the moment, starting yesterday and running for the rest of the week, just in time for my Mum’s arrival from a positively Baltic UK. Her timing couldn’t be worse, but as she was determined to be … More It ain’t half hot Mum