You walk across windswept and perilously stark polished granite to an intercom box. Dial the number. Bells ring somewhere high above you.
Hi, it’s us.
Come on up, eleventh floor.
High above ordinary suburban Canberra there is an apartment. It is all boxes and suitcases. There are only four toys now. The last minute details of a life are being finalised, completed and packed. This apartment has been home to some very special people. Read More
This week I couldn’t work out what was the matter with me. This week was supposed to be great. I was supposed to be enjoying myself on my two days off, doing interesting things, being alone! Instead I walked past every single person with a child in tow thinking, oh what a lovely kid, or oh look at that poor mother trying to drink her coffee, or look at that dad with three (!) kids hanging off him. All the while all these people who I passed, and was rudely staring at, were thinking, my god, I hope that deranged woman doesn’t come and steal my children. Because, of course, none of them would know I had a child who I had just left at childcare. None of them know that I usually drag my toddler around just as they were doing. I wasn’t wearing a sign saying – yes I am a mother too. I was just me. With regular clothes on and a regular handbag – no nappy bag, no chuck down my back, no snot on my sleeve. Just me. Read More
My gratitude is directed toward the few sources of soul soothing I have found in a difficult week with little sleep, lots of drama and not a lot of peace and quiet.
1. My mama friends (yes again!)
This week I have had so much love and support as well as practical help from my mama friends I can never really thank them enough.
2. Tizzie Hall
I never wanted to be on the sleep routine bus. Until I couldn’t take the night waking any more. We are in the early days but Save Our Sleep seems to be working. Fingers crossed I’ll be getting a regular eight hours soon. Bless you Tizzie with your calm advice – ‘never give in while your baby is yelling at you’. I think I will have that made into a poster. We won’t be missing the 7pm sleep bus ever.
Has saved me this week. That’s all.
4. Classic FM and the 100 countdown.
Some very aptly timed music that has provided a blissful few minutes interlude this week.
5. Meeting Robert.
Three years ago this week I met Robert. You can read about why I am grateful for him here – Three years and counting – open letter to my child about his father.