Tsak, tsak, tsak: working from home

My baby may be babbling like my ever sociable mother, but she is like me when it comes to motor skills – somewhat unconvinced of their utility until in a tight spot. Bubba was up every hour from 3.30 am onwards this morning. She sent herself back to sleep, but...

Something hard and something good

This morning I had a realisation. It was a bit late in coming, and for all my intelligence, there are some things that I am pretty slow on. I watched bubba play on her mat, and I thought about my own mum. I can be cynical about the world, and right now, various of my...

Monday stream of consciousness

This morning, my husband and I started the first day of the rest of our lives together. Which is what we do every morning, of course. But today, we started officially working together. My husband got up at 7.00 and went for a walk while I fed and played with bubba....

Tools for worrier/warrior mothers

I once explained myself to a similarly anxious friend in the following evolutionary terms: “100,000 years ago, I would have been an ideal village lookout.” When you have a bub, you want to make sure you can manage your anxiety so you can put it to good...

Baby love

Solid foods for my little girl. Solids! Pretty soon she will be asking to borrow my high heels (or not asking) and I will be researching how to lock the location services on her iPhone Series 12. I know it’s cliched, but the time when you have a baby in your...

Thanks for all the love

Tomorrow, I have my reunion meeting with my Post Natal Depression (PND) therapy group. I attended the group over eight weeks, late last year. It was a group of other mums and myself, all of whom had been diagnosed with PND, or, as Marg Booker, the counsellor from the...

On being good enough

I have recently realised that being a good mum involves, basically, being a good person. Um, but what does that even mean? How can you make sure you are a good person? The thing is, when you raise a child, you are teaching that child how to be a person. How to be a...

How Not to F*** Mothers Up

Three days ago, I finished reading “How Not to F*** Them Up,” by Oliver James, and I have been fuming ever since. I didn’t want to write this post, as a friend had recommended the book to me and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But I...

Good bye Rachie and Tim and Sebastapol

Our good friends, Rachael and Tim and their bubba Super Sebastian, are moving to Indonesia in two sleeps. Boo! Hiss! It is so very easy to get caught up in the day-to-day-ness of life – sleep, eat, feed baby, sleep, eat – that it is easy to think that a...