Living with Hormones. Surviving on Hormoans.

Living with Hormones. Surviving on Hormoans.

living with Hormones. Surviving with Hormones. A lighthearted look at those monthly hormones that plague the lives of women.

Living with hormones. You have to love the little buggers, don’t you? Let’s face it, they’re with us whether we like it or not. Bouncing around in their cute, fluffy playground. Crying, fragile, throwing tantrums, refusing to play ball and getting all upset. Twisting the swing round and round until they feel dizzy.  Becoming unbalanced because someone heavier sits on the see-saw.

Want to know my favourite of all hormones? The one that has plagued my adult life;

f-o-r-e-v-e-r? (more…)

30-40. What I wish I’d known then.

30-40. What I wish I’d known then.

wouldn't it be fantastic to look into the future and reassure yourself that everything will be fine.

I had my first child when I was 30. He started school when I was 34. You think you know it all at 30, but of course, this isn’t true. Nor at 40, and probably not 50, 60, 70 or 80 either. I suppose life would be boring if we knew it all. Sort of.  But. There are things that I do know now, things that had I known then would have made my life a damn sight easier. Or maybe just my conscience clearer. Mostly around the whole school thing. (more…)

My child? Become a plumber? Over my dead body…

My child? Become a plumber? Over my dead body…

This is my husband, Brian. He is a plumber.

 

Last week in a cafe, I evesdropped overheard a woman despairing as to what her 18-year-old son was going to do with his life,

“He’s just wasting his entire life. I mean my God. At this rate, he’s going to end up being a plumber”.

This statement was accompanied by a look that one might have were they to walk in and find (more…)

What you can do with a whole hour !

What you can do with a whole hour !

 The clocks went back in New Zealand at midnight last night. I woke up this morning with a whole extra hour to my name.

Oh, joy.

An extra hour. For a short while, I felt like a rich lady.

Time.

 Let’s face it, the only thing worth a jot in life is time.

Time shows up in life as two guises. (more…)

Spot. The Difference When You’re 12. 

Spot. The Difference When You’re 12. 

Spot. The Difference When You’re 12.

You watch your daughter, coming to terms with being 12.  She’s not a little girl, nor a teenager (quite) She’s just… boring old 12. Annoying old 12. Pimple spots introducing themselves from around every corner, limbs resembling a baby giraffe. What used to be funny is now just damn right embarrassing. Especially her Mom. And her brother. Oh, and the fact that the cat is called puss. How embarrassing. (more…)

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