Saturday, 22 January 2011


I want to write a swirly, beautiful post but I can't because I keep getting interrupted having to stick panty liners on a two-year olds arm.

"I NEED A BAND-ACHE MUMMY! MY ARM GOT A OWIE!" I almost refused, but that would mean an intense ten-minute tantrum time-out situation. So he's happily walking around the house, with Max too scared to ask me what it actually IS. Because he knows I'll answer him honestly.

So when Dave and Tim arrive home shortly, they'll look at me in disgust, like there's something wrong with me, but in fact, sometimes it's just good parenting to stick a panty liner on your kids arm. Choose your battles, right?


Coming home after a month away was a novelty at first - oh, I remember packing the dishwasher, ha! Like I was playing house, in one of the cubbies I used to make in third class. Now it's quickly a drag again. A drag in the most wonderful way, looking back on all the roads I could have taken and all the differences it could have made.

Yesterday I had to take Rocco to the RTA with me. On the back of our ticket he drew his first named picture - "Mum, it'th Buth and Woody. And Boowseye."

I've kept it, and put it on the fridge, will keep it forever. It will always remind me of the poor lady counting out all these numbers, in confusion. "367? 368? 369? Ummmm, 370? Who IS next?" I looked down to see Rocco clutching a huge handful of tickets because he liked pressing the button. I pretended I knew nothing of it. Sorry, lady.


This morning I was in the middle of the deepest, vivid dream - Dave had gone off the rails, and I was searching for him, and all these bad guys were chasing me in the city and I was naked. And I didn't know where my children were, and it was terrifying.

I woke up, got up, went to the toilet, made a coffee, and came back to make my bed. And knew EXACTLY where my children had been.

Bless this mess.


Max just asked .... "Mum, do we actually have any GOOD food to eat?" So I have to go. Please go send some love to my friend Lori, as she continues to write on her blog. Her posts and comment threads are blowing my mind.

Love to you. Bless your mess. xo


  1. Love the panty liner on the arm. And the fact that Max is afraid to ask what it is.

  2. Felt the same way coming home after a trip recently. Cleaning seemed almost fun.

    Yeah, that wore off pretty quickly.

  3. My daughter (12) cut her leg shaving the other day. We'd run out of bandaids so I told her to use a panty liner. Hey, if it does the job :)

  4. Haven't you heard?

    Swirly posts are so last year....where as yours? Spot on the money.


  5. Owhhhhh, that is so gorgeous! Your RTA story is hilarious, LOVE band-aches and this:

    sometimes it's just good parenting to stick a panty liner on your kids arm. Choose your battles, right?

    ought to be in all the parenting books for first-timers. Priceless.

    Bless mess? Bless you! You gave me a good giggle today, thank you xx (and I agree with you WRT Lori and her posts and the comment threads)

  6. Awesome! One tantrum avoidance tactic = an entire day's worth of entertainment.

  7. Personally I think sticking maxi's on your little one is well worth the avoidance of a tantrum anyday!! I think I'd even go as far as to let him play with tampons.

  8. Now that I am in menopause, and no longer need any pads, I will ship them over. OH, and did you know that tampons are great for nosebleeds?

  9. LOL! Ah, I have so many things to learn before I become a parent!

    BTW, I've heard of little boys turning tampons into toy guns. Just a word of warning to ya ;)

  10. My son once lost a tooth before it was really ready to come out. So, it wouldn't stop bleeding. I had him bite down on a tampon to absorb the bleeding and it worked. Your maxi pad bandaid is fine :)


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