Month: November 2015

Extrovert Vs Introvert: Living With Your Opposite Child

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I saw them together regularly. The woman was petite, dark haired, and probably in her late twenties. Her baby was the opposite: big for his age, blonde, and with the cutest chubby little hands. One day, we got talking about babies and life in general. She had a quiet, calm manner, and seemed perfectly self … Read more

Make Hay While The Sun Shines

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Our neighbour made hay yesterday. He (along with many other local farmers) followed the advice of the old adage – make hay while the sun shines. I walked outside in the evening, after the heat of the day had diminished. The evening sunlight washed over the newly shorn paddocks like liquid gold. The smell of … Read more

Copycat Kids: Like Father Like Son

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I was sick. Worn out. Exhausted. It was the last day of school, and somehow I’d made it through a year of being a Road Mum. I dragged myself through those last few days of school, I can tell you. I was supposed to be going shopping. TD was at school, and Rosie and I … Read more

Unlikely Heroes Taking The Road Less Travelled

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She looked to be about fifteen. She was walking down the street in the evening, still wearing her school uniform. Her naturally slim build emphasized her bulging belly. I caught my breath at how young she was to be in that kind of a predicament. Still at school and pregnant. It must have been a … Read more

Monsters At Home: Widowed Socks and Orphan Pens

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There are monsters at home in my house. I’m sure of it. I’ve never actually seen one…but the evidence speaks for itself. I have my suspicions as to where they lurk, but despite my best efforts, they remain elusive. Widowed socks and orphan pens speak volumes about their activities, however. THE SOCK MONSTER My pile … Read more