Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Weather, Writing

Morning

Clearly, it's a long weekend. The observance of four days off from work mean that I am free to post drivel on here, lurking, boring you all to tears. My three cherubs are still asleep; it's 9.45am as I write. Those eye-watering early starts are long behind us now, thankfully. It's a pleasantly cool rainy… Continue reading Morning

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

The Egg Hunt

The egg hunt is over. It wasn't really an egg hunt, to be honest. By the time Hubster and I went to the supermarket yesterday, all hunting eggs had been snapped up. We bought something that would hopefully stand in place of six thousand eggs, as well as the usual chocolate bunnies that are left… Continue reading The Egg Hunt

Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

The Son

I knew he was different after the sleepover with his new friend Harry. He came home quiet, troubled, distant. So different to my wonderful, affectionate, and happy Charlie. Days passed where I observed. Watched for Charlie's idiosyncrasies. Mostly, they were all there. But it was his eyes. As his mother, I could see the way… Continue reading The Son