Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
I was an especially dramatic child. In kindergarten I fell in love and it was your classic Romeo and Juliet story. At the age of 5, I announced to my mother that my class mate Toby and I were moving in together. I wasn’t asking her permission, just making her aware of my plans. Toby... Continue Reading →
On the list of things that annoy me, and it's a long list, is a rant I recently saw on social media. The short version of what was a three paragraph long complaint penned by a female acquaintance, who had been waiting for 3 months for her husband install the brackets so that she could... Continue Reading →
My mum had me, her only child, at 18 and raised me by herself. Despite conventional wisdom of the early 70's, I don't think it ever occurred to her that she couldn't do it on her own. What other people thought was of no concern to her. This fact was the subject of the biggest... Continue Reading →
Some people are just built to be parents, some of use have to learn as we go. My best friend is the former. He is emotionally wise beyond his years. He bends over backwards to make the people in his life happy. Even as a teenager you could tell he was a family man just... Continue Reading →
Most Saturdays, the Kid and I head to Bunnings for our weekend stroll around the garden department with big dreams of the changes we'll make at home. In the end, we usually leave with a cactus planted in a ceramic boot and a delicious sausage sandwich. The first Saturday of the recent school holidays was... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 