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Steph

Jour De Crap

Today I just had one of those days. Not desperately horrible, just you know .. meh. We are into week two thousand of the school holidays and because of our London Sydney move last year, my kids have only done one full term of school since June/July. They’ve been on …

80’s Music

I love 80’s music. It brings back all sorts of memories. I spent all of my high school in the 80’s so I associate lots of fun times in my life to it. I know every generation says it, but they just don’t make music like they used to (oh …

Fitspo

You’d have to have been hiding under a rock not to have seen someone post some kind of fitness inspiration photo somewhere on the internet recently. You know the type. A photo of an extremely thin and muscular woman with the caption “strong is the new skinny”, or something equally …

Bloody Minecraft

My kids fight.  All the time. I don’t know if it’s having three boys and one girl, or the dynamic of their personalities but rarely do a couple of hours go past without some sort of squabble. I can deal with most parenting challenges but the fighting just does my …

2013

Thirteen things I did in 2013 that made it a great year. 1. I turned forty. Of all the ages I’ve been in my life I can honestly say this is the one I like the most. I wouldn’t swap it to be back in my twenties any day. Pity …

Aqua Bumps of Stress

This christmas holidays was the first time my kids have spent any time at a beach with proper waves. Yes, really. All the holidays they’ve ever had at the beach were while we were living in London so although they’ve holidayed on beaches in Europe – none of them were …

Christmas: Hot vs Cold

Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock somewhere and haven’t heard, I hate hot weather. Hate it. With. A. Passion. Not ideal when you’re an Australian. Even as a kid I hated hot weather and part of the joy of living in London for so long was escaping long hot Sydney …

Marathon Training – Chapter 1

In 129 days I’ll be running the London Marathon. I can’t tell you how good it feels to write that. How amazed I am that I’ve come this far with what started out as walking along the Thames in London to shed a bit of baby weight (I’m not sure …

Fancy Pants

This probably won’t interest you if you are a male reader. Unless you want to read about menstruation .. but if that’s what floats your boat then you’re in the right place. Ok, so periods. We all get them, it’s part of human female function and yadda yadda yadda. As …

Foot Fetish

Because I have no saturday night social life and my children were all busy staring at the digger we currently have sitting in our back garden, I decided to be brave and scroll through my Instagram photo gallery. Last week marked the four month anniversary of our arrival in Sydney …

An Open Letter of Apology

I have a really heartfelt apology to make. In recent years I have criticised and made unfair judgment about a certain group of people within our community, both here and overseas. I’ve been quite vocal in publicly insisting that this group, predominantly women, were wrong in their beliefs and actions …

Saturday Night Antics

Last Saturday night I trekked (read: we pre-booked parking) out to Homebush to do the Electric Run. Summed up, it’s a 5km run around the outside of ANZ stadium to really loud music that belongs to a generation not of my own, with lots of lights and neon and lots …

Women Multi-task Better. The End.

Each morning Rob and I have the same disagreement. I am going to re-phrase that. Each morning I get the shits at Rob because I can manage at least a couple of dozen tasks in the time it takes him to do one. It really is like groundhog day. Each …

Parent Homework

My six-year-old son has a school assignment. I think that actually means that I have an assignment, really. Doesn’t it? It’s a class book where all the kids have to do a double page of who they are and a bit about their short lives in two giant A3 pages. Lots …

Runners Need

I haven’t written a blog about running in a while. I worry that people will get sick of hearing me bleat on about it. ‘Mummy-blogger-turned-annoying-runner’ isn’t exactly the type of blogger I want to be known as (even though I probably am one). There is a Mum at Luca’s school …