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Last night we went out for dinner. We just went to the local pub, because that is "easy", and by easy I mean the worst thing you can possibly do. Georgia was fine, albeit a little on the nose. Lily and I had this conversation: ME: Hey
1. I got divorced I went to a presbyterian private school. It failed to teach me the value of being married in the eyes of God and staying together no matter what the circumstance. Now I just marry whoever is up for it all the time. 2.
Apparently The Mummy Wars aren't taking off in the way the media would like. Maybe these mummies are just continuing to go about their day as though they're not being constantly judged by other women, or even worse, they've gone and spoken to each other
Back in the old days when I was a better parent, I volunteered at my daughter's kindergarten from time to time. I pretended to do things like wipe the tables and put out all the plastic cups, but what I was really doing was helicopter
Yesterday, my mum said to my brother and me, "I can't believe I had these lovely children!" and I remarked that maybe she would be used to the idea after thirty years. "I don't think you ever really get used to it," she said. This is
Was this the day I stopped breastfeeding her and set her up for a lifetime of being the outcome of formula feeding? Was I secretly relieved when the doctor said my medication wasn't compatible with breastfeeding because at least I could get some sleep? Did
Here's a sneaky sneak peek at what I've been spending my time working on: That is comedian Sam Simmons and not-real-doctor Alan Fletcher (Karl Kennedy) in the Neighbours cafeteria. We are doing the craziest rubbish. It's the best thing I've ever worked on. It's pretty hard to
I like to think that when you start recording yourself singing Adele on your phone, you've turned a corner.
I'm typing because everyone knows what will happen if I don't. I'll pick up the damn phone and I'll press the stupid buttons and have a conversation that doesn't fix anything and then cry until I'm ninety. It wouldn't even be the right conversation. My prediction