November the first!

How did it get here? November. It will be Christmas soon (oh my gosh – Christmas shopping – please tell me you haven’t started!) Again – it’s been a while since posts. I have the best of intentions, but then…… life happens. Actually shi(f)t-working mum happens. Shift working is a tough gig. Shift working 1.5hrs…

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top tips for running away

So. My biggest little person ran away A FEW MONTHS AGO. Yes. I never ran away. She must get it from her father. Apparently I was so scary as a parent, that she needed to tell me a lie about her upcoming saxophone exam. The one that she had previously completed a few days prior…

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on parenting

This parenting gig is a rocky road. It is. Truly. Why they haven’t come up with a manual yet, is anyone’s guess. I have four completely different children. Yes – they were made from EXACTLY the same ‘stuff’, but they differ in every way. This means I need to be four parents in one, because…

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#ClarksROCKEDlife

Yep. The Clark gang ROCKED at life last week. On Thursday – the girls had their netball presentation. First year of netball for all of them. It’s fair to say they ALL enjoyed it. Madison and Kenz were on one team, and Murph and Milla on the other (*cough* Milla ran rings around her sister,…

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keeping it real

Still – people ask me…… ‘how do you do it’? Do what? Parent?  (moderately) Clean? (rarely) Keep it together? (I don’t – it’s a facade – my legs are paddling like crazy to keep afloat) – oh my gosh – there you have it.  I admitted it.  I don’t have it all together – contrary…

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the celebratory FishWife……

It’s my beautiful daughter Mackenzie’s 8th Birthday today.  She is a treasure – one in a million.  A total enigma. Yesterday morning, she ‘casually’ mentioned/asked – “Mummy, can you please bring cupcakes into class for me?”. Why sure – I can ale room in my frantic day for cupcakes.  After a disturbingly busy and frenetic…

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wilbur+ism // #1 time management

Just in case you haven’t stumbled across my weekly wilbur-isms posts before (here they are), I am married to Wilbur.  The Early Man of the 21st century.  He’s a pretty good bloke, and luckily for him, the sperm he produces are ‘female’, resulting in four daughters. So, he is outnumbered five to one (even the…

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mummy of the year of the week

OK – so after yesterdays post where I la la la’d about none of my little tribe getting hurt ‘on my watch‘, I sort of need to nibble at my words today. We chose to vaccinate our children.  That’s the way we roll. Today, Milla needed to have her little cast checked to make sure…

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