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Today I’ve decided on a whim to join in with The Shake’s September Creative Challenge.

Now we all know that I suck at daily challenges and I expect this will be no exception so I am not going to promise daily awesomeness or even semi regular awesomeness but instead I will attempt to play along in some way when I feel the urge.

I’m loving the diversity in this challenge already. Today I have seen flash fiction and pottery, crochet and baking all shared on different social media platforms but all with the “Made” prompt in mind, thanks to The Shake.

So let me tell you about my day.

My husband made me a cup of coffee when I got up. I like that. I made an excellent choice marrying that one, he’s a keeper.

I made Millar’s lunch and listened to him reading his reader.

I took a shower and got dressed and made plans for my day in the form of to do lists and other hilarious lofty dreams of things I hope to achieve on a Monday and I had a damn good laugh and then made Xanthe a doctor’s appointment because she is sick. I made another call to her 3 year old activity program to advise them of her absence for the day.

I dropped the healthy one off at school and came home again. I made myself some breakfast and Xanthe a second breakfast because that’s how she rolls and the kid really likes her weetbix.

Then we made cookies.


And I made this for the #fmsphotoaday thing. – another daily challenge I don’t expect to ever complete.

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After eating cookies and brushing teeth we set off to see the doctor. We were made to wait for about an hour. I don’t know what the point of an appointment is when they can never stick to a damn schedule anyway. When we got in there the doctor didn’t even have Xanthe’s details, he only had mine so he couldn’t see her. This made me very angry as I had given all her details to the receptionist over the phone when I made the damn appointment that very morning.

We were made to wait a further ten minutes while the doctor saw the next patient and I gave the receptionist my daughter’s details AGAIN. I made the conscious decision not to lose my shit in this moment.

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We then made a trip to the chemist to get the medicine the doctor prescribed. I made sure the chemist made the medicine pink so that Xanthe would take it. She’s particular like that.

A trip to the library was also made to drop off library books due back today and to get out some more. I made sure to get a non-fiction book for Millar as per his request, as he is tired of Zac Power and wants to learn some stuff about bees. I couldn’t find a book about bees so I grabbed a book about how other things work.

We made it home by about 2pm and had a late lunch. Xanthe requested a peanut butter sandwich with no crusts and cut into tiny squares, which I made for her. I then made myself this delicious cheese, lettuce and mayo wrap. And then I made another one because, yummo!


It was suddenly time to pick up Millar so I made a mad dash around the house getting his swimming gear ready and sorting out something to keep Xanthe occupied for the duration of the lesson.

At school pick-up I made this because the weather is pretty ordinary for Spring considering yesterday was so gorgeous.

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We went straight to Millar’s swimming lessons from school pick-up and then home for dinner. I made Quesadillas with corn for the kids because I could not be arsed doing anything else and I had made the mistake of not preparing something earlier.

The evening consisted of homework and showers and pink medicine and hubby eating leftovers from last night and putting the kids to bed and me writing this blog.

That is Monday done and dusted with only dishes left to do and maybe a bit of planning for Tuesday.

Another thing. The entire day I have had Shania Twain in my head thanks to this prompt. “Looks like we’ve made it, look how far we’ve come my baby…” Not acceptable.


30 Weeks – Progress Report

30 weeksGestation: 30 Weeks

Walk: Full waddle with crippling pain

Brain Status: Can forget keys, phone and date of birth.

I’m well and truly into the third trimester now with only ten weeks to go until I meet the latest member of my little family.

This weekend I managed to lose my mobile phone twice. The first time was on Saturday at a busy playground, and I did not notice for  a good fifteen minutes. I sent hubster running back to get it and thankfully it was still there. The second time was on Sunday when I left it at the checkout at Ikea. I noticed as I was walking out to my car, and after the frantic handbag search, I waddled back in and retrieved it from the greeter. Phew! I then went back out the car park only to realise I had no idea where I parked my car. It took about 30-painful-waddling-with-heavy-bags-minutes to locate it. It was two floors down and on the complete other side to where I thought.

That same morning I had an event to attend and typed the wrong address into my GPS. I arrived at the GPS directed address 30 minutes early, so I had time to take a walk waddle around the block. When event time started and no one was at the address, yet people were tweeting delightful pictures of the event I was supposed to be at, it dawned on me that I may have been in the wrong place. I had to waddle 100 buildings further down the street to get to the right place.

Last week I had a blood test (I still have the bruise, but that’s not really important, I just like to mention it) and they had to check all my details. When they asked me my date of birth I gave them my son’s date of birth instead.

So, baby brain – it is totally a thing. I don’t care what “science” says, it’s a damn real thing and I has it.



She is fiercely independent, my daughter. She’s at that age where she wants to do everything for herself, by herself. Undo her seatbelt, get in and out of the car, get dressed, do up all the fiddly buttons, make her own sandwich.

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All these things I wait patiently for her to do all by herself, knowing it would be ten times quicker to do them for her, but also knowing she needs to do them herself.

This morning it was 1:27am when she called out my name over and over in her cute, crackly cold and flu voice. I raced into her room to see what the problem was.

She couldn’t reach the tissues that were on the floor next to her bed. That is totally something she could have done herself without dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night.

Kids, eh?


Alone Time Fail


Last weekend, my lovely husband took the kids away for a few hours so I could study without distractions.

After two hours of study I decided to make myself some lunch and watch some TV. Taking my plate, I sat down on the couch and turned on the television.

It wasn’t until the kids arrived home that I realised I had been watching Play School. Seriously. I had turned the TV on and left it on the default ABC2 without thinking, and was actually half singing along to the song Jay Laga’aia was singing.

What a waste. I could have been watching Wife Swap USA or some other equally trashy and pointless TV show that is not fit for children. So when I saw the above pic from The Laughing Stork, I could relate.

Have you done this? Or perhaps you have a favourite kids show you would watch by choice even if the kids weren’t around?