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Second Place Mum – The Story of My Life

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I don’t know if you feel the same in your household, however I always feel like I am coming in second place in the parenting stakes. Yep guys, I am now the Second Place Mum. I don’t know what it is. I never used to feel this way, but as time has gone on I feel more like I am becoming the “I-guess-she-will-do-if-she-is-the-only-one-here” kind of parent. Sigh. And it hugely sucks balls when you are the parent that is clung to only when daddy is nowhere to be seen. (more…)

My Real Birth Story – Kristy Herridge

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Here is the third story in our exciting monthly Real Birth Story series, which are all written by YOU my dear readers! It outlines the incredible journey of a wonderfully strong mumma- Kristy, during and after the birth of her first gorgeous daughter Natalia. It outlines her labour struggles and touches on the aftermath of a marriage breakdown following the birth of her daughter. We hope you enjoy reading her story as much as we did! xxx  (more…)

The Day The Election Made Me Cry

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Its Election Day in Australia. Frickin Frick. If you live in Australia you will know that we have been relentlessly bombarded with the stupidest and most irrelevant of political campaigns for SEVEN FRICKIN WEEKS. Bored Bored Hate Them All Snore. As one proud Australian summarised it so succinctly last night – most Aussies will be voting today “for the party that have managed to shit us the least”. Hmmm…what a way to choose the leaders of your country.  (more…)

My Real Birth Story – Rita Hawkes

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Here is the second beautiful installment in our monthly Real Life Birth Story series, written by the lovely Rita, mother of a very handsome one year old boy.  I hope you love reading her story as much as I do xxxx   I was booked in for a Caesarian close to my due date, and being a first baby I (naively) believed that most first-borns always arrived late. So when I felt a small pain in my belly a week before my booked in date, I thought that perhaps it was merely a little indigestion. (more…)

The Very Worst Bits of Me

Ellyn Shepherd / Bloggity Blog, Mumma / / 2 comments

So, these funny little things happened after I had a baby. The most ridiculous, pointless, and absurdly annoying things. Things that I never signed up for. Things that make me roll me eyes on a daily basis. Sigh. Bloody Bloody. Sigh. (more…)

In the Midnight Hour

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It’s funny what you think about in the middle of the night when your little one is crying in your arms. It’s funny what you cling on to, to get you through that tough hour. Recently my baby was sick with both a nasty virus and teething. Four evil jerky teeth were taunting him and trying to pushing their little jerky selves through his baby gums. Pffft. Jerks. And if that wasn’t enough, he had a constant temperature making him feel super crappy and unwell. Such a great combo. Not. (more…)

The Weekend Wedding

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So, we were invited to a wedding last weekend, and we decided to make a night of it. Ooooooh yeah wedding wedding drinkies wedding. We lined up babysitters for the munchkin (thank goodness for the in-laws), hydrated ourselves, and ensured that we got a good nights sleep (well, sort of) the night before. The wheels were in motion for an epic night out. (more…)

My Real Birth Story Series – Leah Ladson

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This is the first story in our exciting monthly series of real labour and birthing stories. It outlines the incredible journey of the beautiful and talented Leah Ladson of Leah Ladson Photography, and the labour experiences for both of her beautiful and healthy daughters. It outlines her disappointment, her strength and her courage to achieve her birthing goals. We hope you enjoy reading her story as much as we did! xxx (more…)

My First Mothers Day

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So, I got to experience my First Mothers Day a week and a bit ago, like so many of my fellow mummies. Well, to be truthful it was actually my second, but the first time around I was so absurdly high on pain free meds that I thought my undies were actually my baby. I wasn’t really all there. In the lead up to this most auspicious of days for Mothers both new and old, my husband thought it would be fun to consistently tell me that he hadn’t gotten a present, but he guessed he should. What a character my dear husband is. Pffft.  If he was serious there may have been no more husband by lunchtime. (more…)

The Juggling Act That Is Life

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There is something that I really want to talk to you about. I want to talk to you about the joys of the juggling act that is life. That is, the life of a mother. As a mother, I live each day in a state of perpetual stress trying to do three million or more things at once. You know, things like entertaining the children and keeping them alive, making the dinner, finishing a spreadsheet for work, preventing the dog from completely destroying the children’s new toys, keeping the house from looking like a tornado has run through it, and reminding the husband that he is still loved and appreciated, even if he can’t seem to remember to put the toilet seat down. Gawd that’s annoying. (more…)

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Instagram post 2339972204082471795_2224857444 * STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE *
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This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻‍♀️
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Yep, now that she is two and a half she has grown wildly whacky... And by “whacky”, I mean that she loves waving her arms about when she is feeling rage and punching me square in my mum-shaped face. 👊🏻
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Sigh, I shouldn’t label her. I really shouldn’t. Because it doesn’t happen all the time... But when she is feeling those huge AF feelings, those tiny fists fly and I am the one that cops it. In the actual chin. 🤭
#IGuessImHerSafePlace
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Sometimes when she is like that I just hold her until SHE calms down (channeling my inner @chrissiechaostocalm), sometimes I have to just put her down and walk away until I can calm down MYSELF, and sometimes (I’m sorry to admit), I totally howl at her with rage... Which always makes me feel such mum-guilt afterwards. 😭
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But no matter what, when we are back to feeling “normal” again afterwards, I always sit with her and hold her, reassure her of how much I love her, and I always explain why she can’t hit me and how it makes me feel when she does. 😔
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I’m not gonna lie, it can be bloody hard to take sometimes, but she is such a sweet, kind and loving human generally and these outbursts do not reflect who she is. .
Let’s just hope she is more love-y and less punchy tomorrow. .
Who has had the occasional little hitter on their hands? How do you deal with it? Please share below ❤️
Instagram post 2336201765505873665_2224857444 * HOW DARE YOU?!! *

Today The Hairy Husband was so mad at our son for being a turd-burger #AnnoyinglyTrueStory that he banned him from watching TV for the ENTIRETY of next week. 📺

Mind you, this came on the back of ANOTHER punishment last night where my son was grounded for the next week, like a 15 year old sassy pants, ALSO for being a total ratbag. 🤭 #HeIsTurningUsIntoRageMachines

My son cried. And I WANTED to cry. “What is the meaning of this?” I whispered to my husband through gritted teeth whilst our son wandered through the house, wailing about how unfair life was. “Don’t you know you are actually PUNISHING ME with this no TV business?!” I asked. 
The husband looked at me blank faced. He didn’t get it. At all. “How am I supposed to use the TV to entertain my kids when I am so tired I can barely wipe my own arse let alone theirs?!” I growled. “Now he is going to be even worse tomorrow when you’re not home, you know that right?!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ He, like the stony faced non-giver-in-er he is, didn’t care about my plight AT ALL. “It’s for his benefit” he whispered back. “So he can learn how to stop being a total shit-nose”. I rolled my eyes in response. It was all I could do.

Great, I thought. Now all of our lives are ruined for the week. Sigh.

And so the TV-less week begins. FML. Wish me luck. 🤭🧟‍♀️😭 Have you had to ban the TV from your house to try and turn your kids back into nice people again? And did it actually work? Share below xx
Instagram post 2335642469915368406_2224857444 * COZ ITS BAD BOYS FOR LIFE *

The face you make when you find out that you and your bestie are enrolled in the same primary school. ☝🏻❤️🙌🏻 #badboysforlife #WatchOutGradePrepHereTheyCome

So, we enrolled our son to his future school last week. His “home away from home” for the next 7 years. We paid the deposit. We got the free t-shirt (seriously). And I may or may not have cried a little bit. #UglyCriedInFact

It’s such a strange feeling- that it’s finally happening. That school is beginning. And that they are growing up and away from us. 
I don’t know how I feel about it actually. Excited that he is starting his new chapter. Excited that he is turning into an independent and clever little human. Sad that he will no longer need us. Sad that there will be a huge part of his life that we will not even remotely be a part of. 
And if I feel like this now, imagine what a blithering mess I’ll be when school actually starts next year... *Sigh*. But grow up he must. And let go I must. That’s what parenting is about right? Ill just hold him a little bit longer until school starts if you don’t mind. Or until he learns how to swear at me in multiple languages. Whatever comes first. 😳

How did you feel in the leadup to your little one starting school? Share below xx
Instagram post 2334909252719409355_2224857444 * PUT THAT SHIT DOWN ! *

Oh my fucking gawd. What is it about kids and picking random shit up left in creepy parks by strangers? 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, sometimes after a long day at Kinder we go to the park next door with The Boy’s favourite little Kinder friends. Lucky for me, one of his bestie’s has a PE teacher for a dad so he chases them around the park while I stand there and laugh about how I don’t have to do a single thing to help because he has the energy of 4000 people and I have the energy of a half kicked cat. #truestory💯 
Once the kids have exhausted themselves (or more accurately, PE dad has worn them the frick down) they sit down and dig.

And I’m cool with that, because I’m such a cool mum. #saysme 
I don’t care if they get dirt on their clothes. Or if it gets under their nails. I just want them to be free and explore life like all kids should. Right?

But they always find something bloody gross when they dig. Like a half eaten sandwich. Dribbly-licked cigarette butts. Vom. Or a gawd knows how old Up-And-Go drink, that one of our tiny friends may or may not have drunk even though it wasn’t theirs and it had been sitting there for heck-knows-how-long 🤢 #HupGonnaSpew🤢

It takes every inch of me not to scream “Drop that filthy thing before you get rabies!” every time, so I don’t blow my cool mum cover...
But it’s so funny. What I find gross... to those kids, it’s like finding treasure. Bloody disgusting treasure, but treasure all the same. Weirdo’s. 
And although I still hope they don’t get rabies, I love that they find excitement in the smallest things ❤️ Do your kids find excitement in gross things like mine? ❤️❤️
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