I hate being pregnant. It’s not about glowing and being some lovely, maternal goddess. It’s uncomfortable. It’s exhausting. It’s counting down the endless number of days until you get to meet the little person. Which I was positive was never, ever, ever going to happen. We hit all the milestones: thirty weeks; thirty-five weeks; a… Continue reading Part Two: Hellos and Goodbyes (birth story)
Something wasn’t right. We had just returned from our annual weekend away in Melbourne: two glorious child-free nights spent drinking and dining around the city. Yet instead of feeling relaxed and refreshed, I was depressed. I spent the entire night sobbing on the lounge room floor for no apparent reason. Everything felt overwhelmingly dark and… Continue reading Part One: Discovering Pudding (birth story)
I neglect my readers. A lot. I don’t want to sell people things. I find it unethical to talk about my personal relationships in a public forum. I’m uncomfortable posting lots of photos of my children on my blog and other social media. I don’t really want to post photos of my body online. I… Continue reading Why I’m a Bad Mummy Blogger
When you have children, everyone is suddenly your best friend and guidance counsellor. They know everything there is to know about babies and you ought to know, too. I understand that most have the best intentions and are genuinely nice people. But could everyone just stop, please?! Here's my list of some generic parenting advice that… Continue reading The Worst Advice for New Parents
"I don't know how you do it." A lovely older woman said this to me in a waiting room on Friday. I was holding the baby, keeping an eye on a toddler and pleading with the pre-schooler to return back to me, while the school kid read a book in the corner. "I don't know… Continue reading Raw Motherhood: peering through the cracks of a sometimes-together mama.
It's been a week since we welcomed little 'Fred into the world, and it has been ... intense. In other words: "flipping insane; really who thought four small people (including three under-four) would be a good idea?!" We did. Suckers. I've found myself reduced to being nothing but a walking life support machine; the sole purpose of… Continue reading Being Mama to Four: My First Week of Parenting Too Many Children.
Today I cancelled my child's birthday party. Well, technically it was the 'small afternoon tea' at the park that had already replaced a cancelled birthday party. Never the less, it is cancelled and there will be no birthday celebrations with friends this year. I should feel awful about it, but I don't. In fact, I… Continue reading Being The Big Bad Mum
Hello, friends! I've neglected you again. Sorry-not-sorry and all that. Here's where we're up to in the life of Being Wifekins: >> Life with children is bananas. >> I know it's a little late, but I'm just starting to freak out about having this fourth kid. I mean, that's a lot of kids. >> I'm… Continue reading I’m A Giant Whale Mum With No Chill
We're playing a little game over on the Being Wifekins Facebook page (go like it here!). I'm asking you to share five things about yourself. Or more, or less; as personal or impersonal as you like. There's been a couple of great responses so far - I'm excited to learn more! So head on over and… Continue reading Five Things About You (Me)
Six o'clock this morning and all three children (plus the house panther) have decided to begin their day. That means it's time for fighting, screaming, crying, running, manic laughter, high demands and the token sullen child trying to zombie out in front of the television. Amongst all this, I'm seated on the couch, clutching a… Continue reading Things My Kids Taught Me