Posted on July 23, 2014
Last week we went on a road trip to Florida (you can find posts on that here if you’re interested) and it was wonderful. But along the way, we acquired a flat tyre on my car. So yesterday I called the lovely serviceman to come and change my tyre over for the spare (I have an SUV, I’m not jacking that sucker up to change a tyre by myself when I pay insurance premiums, so spare me the “you could have changed your own tyre” speech — I’ve changed plenty in my life), and today I had to go get the original repaired or replaced.
Posted on July 20, 2014
Today I came across this blog. It is both a collection of letters/notes from adult women to their teenage selves (or to teenage women generally), and a place where teens can seek answers to questions (either by asking directly, or by reading the many stories already posted).
Posted on June 22, 2014
The CEO has taken Godzilla and the TeenWolf camping today. They’ve kitted themselves out with cots, pillows, sleeping bags, daypacks, food and the ubiquitous (at least in our house) camouflage light (don’t get excited, it’s just a camping lantern with camo designs on it).
Meanwhile, Pinky and the Brain are in their respective corners… sleeping. They did their usual walk with the CEO this morning, then went on a second, longer walk with me and the boys. It’s more than their fat, spoilt bodies are used to.
Posted on June 15, 2014
So, it’s Fathers Day in the US and the blogosphere is inundated with posts about fathers and how awesome they are. It makes my heart truly glad to see such a celebration of fatherhood.
Fathers Day is always a difficult day for me. My father passed away 17 years ago. I miss him every day. Time does not heal all wounds.
Posted on June 5, 2014
It’s Summer holidays and the TeenWolf had a mate over today (that’s a buddy, or a friend for those of you who aren’t Australian). Naturally, that meant a bit of dominance display and chest beating from Godzilla. While the two younger boys wandered around doing their own thing, Godzilla hovered on the edges. Of course, there was substantial interjecting from me, as I magically found jobs that I absolutely had to have Godzilla’s help with. Yeah, I didn’t come down in the last shower. I know how this goes. One kid has a friend over, the other kid tries to interject and just ends up being a pain in the bum. In the fabulously poetic words of Dr. Phil, this ain’t my first rodeo.
School has closed for Summer and our first full academic year in the US has drawn to a close. It’s that time of year again, when the parents of your kids’ friends come out of the woodwork, brandishing reports in hand, and wanting to do a comparison.
A little background first. I come from a community where through the entirety of my education (primary school, high school and even university), the parents would gather after reports were issued and compare their kids’ performance. There was no actual report card swapping, but there was definitely a lot of “oh yes, my child got an A for that subject. But she always gets high marks. She’s very clever.” Followed closely by parents admonishing their own children with “why didn’t you get an A for that subject?” or “if you just worked a little harder and didn’t spend so much time playing, you’d be getting As too”. Yes, ok, in my case they may well have been right. I have no regrets about playing, making up stories, or having fun. But I am more sensitive than your average bear to such academic comparisons of kids.
Posted on May 19, 2014
In case it wasn’t immediately obvious, we’re kinda nerds in our house. Dr Who and Sherlock are big, and not just on the TV either. Godzilla has read all the Sherlock Holmes mysteries (several times over), and the episodes, story lines and actors are often topics of conversation. I’m definitely not averse to discussing David Tennant and Benedict Cumberbatch over a glass of merlot, so it works out just fine for everyone.
Posted on May 14, 2014
The last few days have been hectic. We’re fence-sitting with schools. Unhappy with the enormous changes at the current school, we’ve decided to keep our options open, which means applying to other schools. The CEO loves the school we’re looking at. I’m nervous. It’s much more intense and I’ve got all kinds of concerns about the kind of pressure that’ll mean on Godzilla and the TeenWolf.
Posted on March 16, 2014
So, today in the newsfeed on one of the many social media sites I traverse was a meme that went something like “being a full time mother is the highest paid job in the world, because the payment is pure love”. It was posted for International Women’s Day (Saturday March 8th in case you’re wondering). The posted meme bugged me on a number of levels, but before I get into that, let me tell you a little about me.