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Episode #24 – Goodbye 2016… It’s been real.

Two weeks ago, I picked up my laptop for the first time in nearly two years. The last time I’d gone to use the laptop it wouldn’t turn on. After showing it to my tech-head husband (and he reiterated that he’d told me not to buy a laptop) it seemed to be a dead duck….

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Episode #23 – Dear 2016…

To say that the last six months have been full-on and overwhelming would be an understatement to say the least. There has been so many occasions where I wanted to start writing again but it just hasn’t happened. I’ve missed having this as an outlet to not only express myself but also to clear my head. So, let me catch you up on what has been happening over the last six months.

Episode #21- Dreams do come true…

Minus a couple of specifics, I have the life that I always dreamed of having. The truth is that I’ve had that life for a while, but I just hadn’t acknowledged it.

Episode #20 Mum Guilt: The never-ending story

I must have sat on the floor for all of two or three minutes throwing myself a pity party. During that time I mentally berated myself for (but not limited to): worst Mum ever; getting upset and raising my voice at a baby; mimicking the behaviour of a one year old and then saying no; for emotionally scarring my child by behaving like a nut case and wondering when my neighbours would be calling child protective services.

Episode #18 – I was once a full-time party girl. Oh how things have changed!

Instead of having dozens of options of things to wear, the choices at present are narrowed drastically by what’s clean and what might fit. I grabbed a cute grey dress out of the cupboard and held it up against myself. The possibility of greasy or dirty little hands leaving marks on the light coloured silk fabric was too much of a risk. Plus, wearing the dress meant making a trip to the dry cleaner sometime in the future. Why do I still own things that are dry clean only?

Lesson #15 – This week I was fired… By my one year old.

For a period of time, I didn’t feel like a person anymore. I felt like a (incredibly exhausted, vomited and faeces covered) body wandering around with two HUUUUUUGE breasts attached. The downside of breastfeeding for me was feeling as though the milk bar was ALWAYS open.