The best part about being a modern parent with Internet access is how you learn from the mistakes of others, so you can do a better job of raising your children than they have. Just kidding! You only learn from your own mistakes, because you simply won’t credit other parents’ stupidity when they demonstrate ahead of … More Pro Tips for Rookie Parents (Or, How Not To Mess It Up The Way I Did)
Grocery day. The lowlight of my week, every Tuesday it shows up unannounced yet again. This particular Tuesday, I have been procrastinating running errands all morning, so it’s nearly lunchtime by the time Baby Girl and I even make it to the shops. We exit the car, I perch her securely on my back in … More That time I tried (and failed) to ‘grab a coffee’ like a normal person.
Those who already follow this blog will remember that on my return to paid employment after maternity leave, I splurged on a totally awesome automated vacuum cleaner, aka The Robot Slave. The longer I’ve owned this fine piece of machinery, the more similarities I’m seeing between it and my two-year-old daughter. For example: 1. It … More Six ways my robovac is exactly like my toddler.
Big week this week at Mummy Spits the Dummy! First, I’m over on one of my favourite sites Sammiches and Psych Meds with my piece Hungover With Kids (or Please Please Just Kill Me Now) – this is a very exciting development for me, because if the piece gets enough views over the next month I could stand … More Hooray again!
Well, it’s happening! Callooh, callay – my second and final baby is learning how to use the toilet. We’re finally going to be out of nappies FOREVER! Welcome to Dry Big-Girl-Pants Town, population us. Huzzah! Let us proceed to donate all the unused nappies, to dismantle and burn the change table, and to buy huge … More Toilet (training) humour.
Now, I’m modest, but I’ll say this. My prowess in the kitchen is nothing short of spectacular. Spectacularly awful, I mean. Betty Crocker I am not. Anyone who has been my friend in real life, or on my now-defunct Facebook account, will have seen ample evidence of my culinary failings. It was clear even in … More Baking atrocities: a retrospective.
So, thanks to my very exciting recent experience of being featured on Freshly Pressed, I’ve got a bunch of new followers. Welcome, everyone! I’ll let you know how to dress and behave shortly, please note the rules of Fight Club state that we don’t talk about Fight Club, Kool Aid is over there but don’t … More New here? Read this!
Planning a girls’ weekend used to be a simple process. Ten years ago, it was a matter of ringing one’s girlfriends of choice, picking a weekend a month or so in advance, booking accommodation and a nice dinner somewhere, and GOING. Now – well, let’s just say there’s a little more involved. Six months before: … More Countdown to girls’ weekend.
My husband and I had a rare night off for a friend’s wedding this weekend. Since our amazing babysitter (my Mum, unequivocal legend and child-whisperer extraordinaire) was available to stay overnight, we decided to make a weekend of it and spent nearly 24 hours child-free in total. We drank champagne, we ate, we drank champagne, … More Hungover with kids (Or, Please Please Just Kill Me Now).
So, a little while ago we went on a holiday. Not our usual two-hour-drive-to-stay-with-family holiday. A proper, get-passports-for-the-children, arrange-a-petsitter, crikey-we-really-need-some-more-adequate-suitcases holiday, to stay with some dear friends in fabulous Singapore. To say we loved our time there would be a massive understatement. To say we coped well with the process of getting ourselves there and … More Dos and don’ts of travel with small humans