Notes to self

I’ve just eaten my first meal in four days. And no, I’m not fasting for enlightenment or The Biggest Loser. I’m recovering from a particularly fierce bout of gastro noendinsightus. It would be fair to say that my thoughts have been a little muddled, not to mention my insides. But I did learn a thing [...]

Got to be perfect

Oops. I accidentally watched Oprah again. To be fair, I have been struck down with a yucky case of either the gastro or the shouldn’t-have-reheated-that-fried-rice-for-dinner (yes, those are both medical terms). Everyone knows that the only cure for gastro is making yourself feel even sicker by glimpsing Dr. Phil before allowing yourself to feel virtuous when [...]

No ifs, no buts

Want a surefire way to piss me off? Just start a sentence with ‘I’m not a feminist, but…’ It strikes me as odd and in poor taste to comment on how feminism makes our lives better whilst kicking feminism on its blue-stockinged arse.
Sure, sure, I know some people just don’t realise what feminism is all [...]

Dirty shame

I am a shocking shirker of housework. Now that I spend most of my time in our home, I need to go to great trouble to avoid having too much available time or I’ll be forced to notice how much mess we’ve got going on. My brain works something like ‘Gee, when Bean commando crawls [...]

Put your breast foot forward

The fun part of my postpartum doula course so far is the discussion group, which includes women from all over the world who are studying to be doulas, lactation consultants or childbirth educators (or who have completed their studies). It’s a wealth of information, as they say.
Recently there has been quite a heated conversation about the benefits [...]

Popcorn of solace

There’s something about movie popcorn.
I know that eating food for emotional reasons is a big no-no. I’m a SAHM after all (no, not Seeking Available Hot Man) and that means the occasional accidental Oprah. And that Oprah, she’s all about telling us how not to comfort eat whilst looking like the most comfortable butter-pawed cat [...]

Truth in advertising

A user of an online forum I frequent has this statement in her signature: SAHM and loving every minute of it.

 
What a filthy liar.
For those of you who don’t visit parenting forums, SAHM doesn’t stand for Seeking Available Hot Man – it’s Stay At Home Mother. The acronym is irrelevant anyway since no one on [...]

life in the ‘hood

At my place there’s late night wailing, scattered papers, something questionable mooshed into the carpet, and a couple of people who wander wanly around in the wee hours after a fix (of sweet, sweet sleep…)
Welcome to life in the Mother Hood.
A male friend asked me recently if I felt motherhood had changed me in a [...]