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I left my kids in the car

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...I signed the paperwork and dashed out of the store to see my car surrounded by two police officers. I rushed across the street carrying only my wallet, car keys and two pairs of glasses yelling “they’re mine!”…meaning my children. Five minutes had passed since I left my kids in the car. Enough time it seems for me to come face to face with the law....
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Pinworms – a squirmy story

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I’ve just been googling poems about pinworms. I hoped for something light and funny to quote in this post because I’m not sure this topic can be anything but cringy (though it’s early days and one never knows how the words may weave). I didn’t quite feel up to writing a pinworm poem myself you see. All the poetry left my body at 11.30pm last night when I shone a torch up my daughter’s bum to investigate the cause of her serious distress. The poetry left my body.
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M-M-Mirena. Contraception or chaos?

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Let’s talk vaginas. Let’s talk sex. Let’s talk about not having any more babies. I love my kids. I can say that without twitching or second-guessing myself. This is a deep, dark, unwavering, unfaltering truth. But it ends here. Two vaginal births (I don’t mind the word “vagina” at all but sometimes it really does reach out and slap you across the face doesn’t it? I used to flinch when they used this term after my two children were born via that very beautiful orifice. Why? My vagina was vitally involved in their delivery. It required stitching and was a no-go zone for a bloody good while thereafter. It was a point of conversation. Vagina this, vagina that. Vaginal birth? Still doesn’t slide off the tongue with ease, but I’m trying it on here. Yes maam.) no pain relief, four years of breastfeeding with a three month break between bubs (and still counting) and I’m all theirs. But it stops here. Or there. I am definitely done and dusted. The fat lady sang. She gone sister!
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Thirty-three Things I Want my Daughter to Know.

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Thirty-three Things I Want my Daughter to Know…in due course.… Continue reading...

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I can do this

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I have learned that mothering is often synonymous with self-reprisal, self-loathing and self-whatever else. Sometimes followed by clarity. Sometimes a big glass of claret...
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I could do better.

Hmmm. I need another weekend please. If I could have another weekend I'd do a whole lot of things differently. I wouldn't waste two hours watching 'Gravity'...sadly I didn't see it in 3D, though I'm sure that spared me a different type of chunder. When we were at the zoo and my daughter was being thrown about like a doll by two older girls, carried and dragged about like a play thing, I would have created a diversion and whisked her away for some quiet time...before she lost her marbles...I would have sat her down and said "I understand that this is doing your head in, I know that you need to run your own show, I was sooooo like you...we can deal with this without rudeness...can't we?...let me help you..." When we went swimming and I bumped into someone from many, many moons ago and she said "oh my god you're son is sooooo tiny. My daughter's only three months younger and look at the size of her!"...I would have landed her a great big dunking under the water and swum off. When I went to Aldi and the checkout bloke hurled a week's worth of shopping at my trolley at break neck speed (which, incidentally, I now see as a personal challenge)...
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Gluten Free Food

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Is my child ready for childcare?

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It's easy to write about things with the benefit of hindsight. It's easy to pretend to be well-travelled when you've already lived through, experienced, managed, failed, juggled, drowned in or triumphed over certain of life's offerings. So I'm challenging myself to write about something while I'm right in the middle of it, tripping over it...I'm not certain that my baby boy is ready for nursery.
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Baltic amber necklaces for teething – hogwash?

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Both of my children really teeth. There is no easy arrival of a tooth. Each is preceded by weeks of drooling, irritability, biting hands, biting anything, refusing food, refusing sippy cups, interrupted sleep, inconsolable crying, nappy rash, horrible poos, and an insatiable desperation for boob and snuggles. My partner jokingly threatened to leave me if I bought my daughter one of the amber necklaces so many of my friends had around their teeny children's necks in London. He thought the whole thing was laughingly ridiculous, with no scientific merit whatsoever, on a par with homeopathy which he also considers ludicrous.
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I’d hate to be an asylum seeker coming to Australia by boat

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It seems that the same refugee conversation has been going on for many years now in Australia. If one takes a moment to Google the asylum issue, it appears that there are a huge number of articles and forums debating this hot topic. Much of the discussion is regurgitated slogans and headlines, policies and opinions but rarely is any of it couched in any real evidence and most of it entirely overlooks the reality of the asylum seeker’s predicament. Asylum seekers are dehumanised. The voting public has virtually no contact with them, as they’re hidden away in detention centres and their faces barely make it into the news. We are rarely exposed to their plight. To really get to grips with the issues, we either need to immerse ourselves in a refugee community to see for ourselves how these people have come to be here, or we need to dig a little deeper for some genuine information; some facts and figures. It really did not take me long to source some government figures from the past five or so years, which paint a very interesting picture indeed about the actual numbers of asylum seekers arriving by boat as opposed to those who arrive by air, about their countries of origin, and the percentages of those who have been granted protection visas. The numbers speak for themselves.
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