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Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny (walked into a bar...)

Nah, just joking!

I saw this poster on Facebook this morning.


The inference here is that parents who engage their children in fantasies about Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny are basically lying to their children and setting up a situation where trust will be broken and disappointment will break the child's heart.

I've seen many debates over the years about this issue - the issue of parents being willing to lie to their children about these mythical creatures instead of just saying, 'I buy your presents, put money under your pillow in exchange for a tooth and scatter chocolate eggs around the back yard, it's all me. Those other guys, they're just made up stories for kids who can't deal with reality! I won't treat you like that because I respect you!'

The Grumpy Old Man and I walk a middle ground between 'cold, hard reality' and 'Oh, look, giant powdery bunny prints in the kitchen!'

Our kids know we are somehow in cahoots…

Why I encourage boredom...

I just noticed I have 1700 posts on this blog - this one will be 1701. 1700 posts fill with stuff I've learned or observed or experienced or felt over the past 6 years and nearly 5 months. Go me!

Today saw another milestone as well. Today the Grumpy Old Man and I trekked down to our local Maternal and Child Health Nurse Centre for the very last time - we've been going there since July 1999, almost 13 years. We've learned so much in that time.

Stuff like the benefits of boredom in childhood.

This morning I read this article in The Age about children being constantly stimulated by technology throughout their day and whether or not that is a good thing.

I tend to agree with the general thrust of the article that technology has become so ingrained in the every day that is an inevitable part of our children's lives (I know Steiner parents might not have TVs or computers in their houses but my local shopping centre has four large screen televisions hanging from the roof in v…

When in doubt - crochet!

I'm currently on day two of 'The week Sisyphus built!' (Sisyphus was that guy who was doomed by the gods to roll boulders up the top of a steep hill, only to have them roll down again, and have to start over each day)

Today the Grumpy Old Man had an interview for a job which may or may not turn out to be something like the job he applied for - confused? I don't blame you! He thinks he is in with a shot IF the TAFE in question is granted permission to have a diary and/or other publications for the rest of this year, otherwise the job will be aimed more towards an activities manager, in which case he has next to no experience. Now we play the waiting game. I hate the waiting game.

Tomorrow Ari has his 3.5 year old check where I will no doubt be asked which kinders I've applied for (the answer to which will be none so far) and then be on the receiving end of the, 'Oh dear!' exclamation because I'm such a neglectful and irresponsible parent, you know.

By th…

How's life?

I'm enjoying a quiet weekend this weekend, it feels like it's been a long time since the last one. There are always parties to take the kids to, or some event or other to go to, or even just grocery shopping, but this weekend is nice and quiet - thank goodness, we need it!

Life is set to get busy again over the next few weeks.

Next weekend I'll be attempting to overcome my agoraphobia and volunteering at the Emerging Writer's Festival on Friday night (for the launch of The Emerging Writer) and on Sunday for Page Parlour - which, ironically, is the one EWF event the Grumpy Old Man attends each years because he usually knows at least one person having a stall there - this year he knows two.

I've been meaning to get more involved with the local writer's scene for a while, but I have so much anxiety about meeting new people. The worst part is not being able to recognise faces or remember names and not feeling that I can make that clear to people in a way they under…

FFS Friday - You've got to be kidding me!

# The one where your husband has been trying to get a job for three and a bit years and twice already been offered a job only to have the offer rescinded. You're feeling pretty black about the whole situation, but then a perfect job comes along (pretty much the job he was doing before he was made redundant) and it's an 18 month contract and it's more money than you've ever had to work with in your entire 15 years together... And then because of State Government Budget cut backs, you're told - after he applies - that they're only going to offer a six month contract, after all - but you don't care, six months is six months! And then you wait 10 days before being offered the interview you know he deserves. And then you get an email saying the position will no longer exist and so there won't be an interview. And then he gets a call saying the job will exist, but has been cut back to part time for six months, and the job description has changed and now it ma…

Birth thoughts... Funny moments...

If you're a mum, do you ever just randomly start thinking back to the birth of your baby - kind of out of the blue, as if you subconscious had stumbled over something and thought it would bring the memory up?

I know that, sadly, a lot of women cannot think back to the birth of their child without enormous feelings of despair, anxiety or anger, and that those memories will ambush them when they're not ready, because they're never quite ready to relive what ultimately was a traumatic event in their life - even though it was also the moment that brought them the child they love so dearly and feel massively protective of in the wake of this trauma. (long, rambling sentence, sorry)

For this blog post, I guess I'm talking about those mums for whom the birth of their child was probably a challenge - like running a marathon, or some other endurance activity - but for whom it wasn't necessarily a traumatic experience.

Do you ever find - without occasion - that you are back …

Totally Pinworthy: Flying Pigs!

You know what's not Totally Pinworthy?

My sieve of a brain!

Last night Amy at Mahlimoo, Me and Three asked readers on her blog's Facebook page, if they'd be linking up if she did another Totally Pinworthy. I, of course, said I'd absolutely be linking up - that's I'd, indeed, been looking for a blog Pinterest meme, and then summarily forgot all about my enthused response when I got up this morning and our house was a riot zone and then my brother came for a visit...

I was just relaxing with a coffee when a little alarm went off in my head. Don't you hate when you do this sort of thing - oh, you never do this sort of thing??? - well, I hate it.

So, here's my Totally Pinworthy topic of the week: Flying Pigs!

My mum, who's surname is Ham, started receiving a lot of pig statues from various people over the years of her marriage. Just recently when she and my step-dad downsized their living situation, she knew not to bequeath me the pig collection, but th…

As it turns out... I'm allergic to money!

Yes, you read that right.

For the past three or so years the Grumpy Old Man and I have been wondering what the hell is going on that we're having so much trouble getting to a financially secure place in our lives.

My mum thinks we're cursed.

This morning I figured out a different reason, though.

When I got up I discovered this red and itchy rash on my left boob...


This is only part of it, because I know you don't really want to see my whole boob, it's well beyond its best these days.

After exclaiming, 'Dear Lord, I've been bitten by flesh eating spiders!', I calmed down and tried to figure out the real cause. The Grumpy Old Man helpfully suggested I'd laid on my silver bracelets and that had caused the rash... Yes, hmmm, they're sterling silver because that doesn't give me a rash!

But then the penny dropped, so to speak, it was actually a $2 coin and two 20c pieces. I'd popped them in my bra the other day - as you do - and obviously my body …

My horse for a shovel!

I'm going to whinge - you have been warned!

I'm the person in this house who is legally blind, I'm also the person in this house who has been diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity (yes, not so sure about that bit) disorder.

So, why is it that everyone else in this house is a slob?

Now, usually, I don't like to have a go at the male of the human species, but when it comes to being a slob - at least in this household - it seems the Y chromosome trumps not being able to see dust until your knee deep in it and ADHD!

This morning I had to text a friend to say I'd be half an hour late for a coffee-get-together because I couldn't find a hair brush.

I hate being late! I work very hard at not being late. In fact, I often turn up far too early for things because I hate being late so much (yes, I also hate being kept waiting when others are late, just deal with it, okay)...

But I was late. Luckily this friend is very understand of people who run late and wasn'…

Sif is away from her blog today...

That's right.

I'm not really here, you're just dreaming... ooooOOOOoooohhh!

Today I'm over here... So, come and say hi, or wave, or throw rotten tomatoes - whatever takes your fancy...

How to train your children for Mother's Day...

Yes, I know every day is Mother's Day and that the commercialisation of Mother's Day is akin to heresy, but let's face it, much of the year a lot of what we mum's do is taken for granted, and if we complain we're told we brought our pain on ourselves and we're not grateful enough for the blessing of having been able to bare children.

Believe me - we mum's, we know we're blessed - and, particularly when we gaze upon their sleeping faces, we are endlessly grateful for our little blessings.

That said, Mother's Day is - and in my humble opinion should be - a big deal! We are raising the next generation and we bare the burden of that responsibility!

So, today I'm going to share with you how I have trained my little people to take great care in showing their appreciation for me - because, you know, I think it is a very serious business raising children to appreciate the good things in their life, and goodness knows I'm topping that list. No seriou…

True or False: You have a favourite amongst your children...

Mother-in-law, who has been a veracious book reader since the depression last century has recently taken up reading magazines. I don't know why she is doing this - maybe she feels like she's read every story there ever was to write (that would not surprise me at all, she reads hundreds a year, literally). What I do know is that she has passed on some of the mags she's finished with to me.

I used to love reading magazines, I used to buy several every week when I was in my twenties. Then a combination of needing to put my money other places and simply not having time to read magazines put a stop to all of that. Over the years as I matured (ha!) I began to see magazine stories for the 'mostly-trash' they are. Basically, sensationalist stories and glamourous photos to get people to part with their money. Yep, we all know that.

Today I found myself flicking through one of the magazines where I came across an article with the title. 'All Parents Have A Favourite Chil…

FFS Friday - Because I can, again...

Did you see this article today (if not, you need to get out from under that rock more often)... The one about being 'mom enough' to breastfeed a three year old? They used this photo...

When they had available to them, this image...
Or this one...

Or even this one...

I guess those other photos just wouldn't have gotten people as riled up... Wouldn't have garnered as many 'That should be illegal!' and 'That's sick!' comments those of us who breastfeed our older small children just love to hear so much... Bottom line, they wouldn't have gotten as much attention for Time Magazine... FFS!

The economic crisis has hit the school yard. The annual Mother's Day stall has crept up in price from 'Up to $5' to 'Between $5 and $10'... Times that by three children and Mother's Day is costing me the bomb this year... FFS!


Reality TV should have been drowned at birth like a baby rodent, but some asshat took pity on it and now - several to…

Walking a mile in his moccasins...

When I met the Grumpy Old Man, he was 37. He was living at his parents house after a business he bought into when into receivership (something he had absolutely no part in causing) and he lost all of his investment.

When I first met him, he was standing in my parents lounge room reciting a readers digest of all his exploits since first leaving home when he was twenty. He'd worked for this popular pop culture magazine in Melbourne, and that award winning advertising agency in Sydney, he's owned such and such a sandwich shop in South Yarra and published X number of graphic novels. He'd even produced the cover for a popular indie band in Melbourne in the 1980s.

I stood in the kitchen and listened and pronounced him arrogant in my mind. Arrogant, but kind of interesting, too...

We got to know each other over the next few months and I made the call on my current relationship, finally ending it. 'Are you seeing that David guy?' the ex asked. 'No, I answered honestly.…

Learning to keep my mouth shut...

I'm forty years old and for the past forty years I've struggled with activating my mouth before engaging my brain.

More times than I can to recall has this habit landed me in searing hot water.

I think very quickly, but I often stop thinking before my mind gets to the consequences part of the equation. It's probably an ADHD thing, but as with all the other ADHD things, I'm trying to find strategies to reign in my impulses. Partly because some of them win my no friends, partly because I want to be able to set an example for at least one of my children (possibly two, as time passes) who suffers from the same set of impulse control issues as I do.

I don't know if hormones play a part. I have noticed that I have days at a time where everything everyone says sounds imbecilic to me and I have to literally, second by second, fight my impulse to force them to acknowledge their stupidity (yes, see how that sounds, it's not something you'd find in the 7 Habits of Suc…

I have a question for feminists...

Recently, Iceland was declared the best place to live in the world if you are a woman.

Being Icelandic, I've always believed women are equal to men. We aren't the same as men, but we have as much to contribute as men do, we are mentally as strong as men, we are as smart as men, we are equal to men. I also believe men are equal to women.

I believe women are entitled to all the same personal and professional rights as men and vice versa.

I have never felt oppressed by men as a separate sector of society - though I have felt oppressed in society at times; this has been by men and women, not because of men, or through some conspiracy laid out by men, but by people.

Because I don't believe in a male conspiracy on this planet, I don't believe in a patriarchy any more than I believe in a matriarchy, I have been called 'the anti-feminist' in some quarters. I laugh at this label and many who know me laugh at this label as far as it pertains to me - believing I embody f…