I had Mummy Guilt…….then I let that shit go

I had Mummy Guilt…….then I let that shit go

So Dave is away in Wellington for 11 days completing a project that’s been ongoing for about a year I think, resulting in many trips back and forth. Now is probably NOT the best time to be writing this as we were FB messaging this 

The Marmite Fingers Metaphor

The Marmite Fingers Metaphor

I love Marmite and so do both of my little kiwi-mericans.  The great Marmageddon of 2012 hit particularly hard in our house and I haven’t really looked back since toast turned black again and we could eat Marmite EVERY DAMN DAY. But I realised something 

How to Have the Best Mother’s Day EVER, Simplified

How to Have the Best Mother’s Day EVER, Simplified

Preface: I truely hope all the Mama’s, the Step-mums, Foster mums, Nanas, Dads doing it solo, extended family superstars and anyone raising loved and happy little people had a amazing day yesterday however you chose to spend it x After careful, mostly, scientific analysis- you know 

Thou shalt not judge my parenting on Mondays

Thou shalt not judge my parenting on Mondays

Nix turns two in 2 months and he’s all about the tantrums.  All.  The.  Time. I can deal with this just fine, however, a grande mal paddy sometimes causes a bit of a time crunch when you are trying to leave the house by 9.30am.  God 

These are my people.  Even the toddler.

These are my people. Even the toddler.

Yesterday I turned 36. Ok.  I’m cool, just had to let that sink in for a minute. Having 2 kids with an 8.5 year age gap means that the four of us often go in different directions. If Ethan has a rugby game and it’s 

Flying by the seat of my pants.

Flying by the seat of my pants.

Last week saw the somewhat anticipated beginning of Term 2. After a lovely, lazy two weeks of school holidays E left the house last Monday happy and ready to get stuck in to another school term. Compared to holidays past, the Easter break was chilled 

The lost art of “getting shit done”

The lost art of “getting shit done”

Today I crossed one task off my to-do list and added 4 more. One. The tasks on my list are not even that onerous or time consuming.  They simply require my undivided attention for a small period of time.  Therein lies the conflict. Nixon is 

Sandpit Rage

Sandpit Rage

So one day toward the end of winter last year, I had this freaking genius idea to turn a corner garden surrounded on two sides by concrete into an in-ground sandpit.  Bordered by railway sleepers, complete with driftwood and spendy, smooth river rocks, over-flowing with 

Toddler Swimming Lessons | The Great Equaliser

Toddler Swimming Lessons | The Great Equaliser

In true second child fashion, Nixon began swimming lessons last week at the ‘advanced’ age of 19 months.  Ethan on the other hand, had his swimming debut at 3 months and has never stopped – 10 years of swimming $!$ Dave and I were in 

This day.  These hours.

This day. These hours.

I have been selfishly pining for this day all week. I have; silence light rain an empty house and holy shit does it feel good. Dave spent the week working in Wellington and upon his return yesterday, Nixon gave him a cursory glance and a