All tagged motherhood

The one about anger.

I’ve been a right bitch the last few months. If my middle brother were reading this he’d yell at me for using that word. But he can barely read my text messages so I’m pretty sure he’s not reading my blogs. If you don’t like that word here are some others - an arse hole, a cow, a meanie, a bully, a butt face, a shit head, a knob, a general boob. All I’m trying to say is I think I’ve just been a bit of a horror to live with lately.

The one about my fear.

I’ve been spending more time with my own mother recently. She’s (kindly) been spending one day a week with the Tiny Dictator while I work from home. Though, lately, I’ve been escaping to the office. Partly because of commitments there, but mostly because I can’t spend any more time with my mother.

#WCW - Peach-It

It’s Wednesday again, mother lovers! And that means another fantastic edition of #WCW. This week we're chatting to the divine creature, Menae, from Peach-It and Darling x Two. If you don’t follow these two accounts RUN DON’T WALK to your phone to hit follow right now. These two stores are what your pastel coloured dreams are made of.

#WCW - Kasey Rainbow.

The internet is a funny place. For every cat video, there’s a troll. For every helpful makeup tutorial there’s a something unhelpful. But, every now and then you come across someone who makes your heart sing. To celebrate all the beautiful, badass ladies we love to stalk online we’re going to start doing a weekly #WOMANCRUSHWEDNESDAY where we chat to a rad babe.

The one about the village.

When I was three months pregnant, my husband and I moved in with my parents. We did this for a few reasons, but one of the big ones was that I couldn’t work while I was pregnant and needed a lot more help being a human than usual. My baby is now four months old and we’re looking to buy a new place and leaving the safety of my parents’ home. As anyone who’s ever done any kind of house hunting will tell you, it’s a clusterfuck of hideousness - but aside from all that it’s got me thinking.

The one about families.

Family, to me, has always felt an odd concept. When I was a kid, there was my mum and me (and 3 dogs, 2 cats, numerous birds, later rescued wildlife, and money trees). We lived in a little cottage with two rooms. My mum drove (a pretty racy) 2-door Toyota Celica. We were two girls, looking out for ourselves. Thelma and mini-Louise (minus Brad Pitt).

The one about the mended heart.

A few years ago, during a tumultuous love affair with a boy who already had a girlfriend, I became obsessed with this Erato cover of Robyn’s banger ‘Call Your Girlfriend’. It's about a girl encouraging her lover to come clean to his current girlfriend about having fallen in love with somebody new.

The one about being tired.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired. The kind of tired I feel these days sits in the pit of my stomach, and drains me of excitement and energy, and willingness to do so many things. I don’t actually remember the last time I slept for more than 3 hours in one stretch. And, it seems, that there is no end in sight.

The one about fear.

I love me a horror movie. Like, really very seriously it's my favourite genre. I also enjoy crime fiction and true crime podcasts - my husband and I listened to them at bedtime before the baby arrived, but now we're never in bed at the same time. What I'm trying to say is, I'm completely obsessed with manufacturing fear from the comfort of my bed.

The one with the feminists.

In November 2016, I was 7 months pregnant and watched, with absolute disbelief as Trump was named POTUS. Not nearly 12 months later, the accusations against Harvey Weinstein came to light, and the things every woman has known about, felt, or experienced firsthand - at the hands of men - became part of the public discourse ...

The one with the rooster.

Strangers offer you all sorts of advice. The pinnacle of this was when we were returning from Europe - me 4 months pregnant - and the customs officer who was searching our luggage for contraband began explaining to my husband, in graphic detail, how to unblock an infected milk duct. Everything you want to hear when you’re pregnant, nauseous and jet lagged ...

The one about indecision.

I recently read this New York Times article about the very modern fear of becoming a parent. It delves into the reasons behind this fear - indecision, financial insecurity, memories of your own difficult childhood - and examines the new services springing up to help struggling singles and couples make up their minds.