The best-laid schemes o' mice an men

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POP! Pelvic Organ Prolapse Shock

Before children came along I lived a great life. I had a moment of depression (make that a year) but on the whole my life was fantastic (the power of hind sight). 5am morning runs  to the Brisbane river with my soul mate, a job I loved waking up to in the morning with colleagues I could laugh for hours with, weekend drives to NSW and a sister close by to hangout with on weekends. Continue reading


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Anxiety and Depression

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. My brain has been playing catch up to my life for the past six months, and the tension that’s created has meant sitting down and forming a cohesive blog post that I actually believe in is difficult. There’s about five draft posts waiting to be published, covering friendships, three year old tantrums and clingy 18month olds, but I started then couldn’t face making them public. Continue reading


The best-laid schemes o’ mice an men

Lots of little girls play with dolls, I was no exception. My fascination, or obsession, with playing ‘mums and dad’s or ‘happy suburban family’ extended to my dreams. I would lie in bed at night and design the perfect suburban home, picturing myself preparing school lunches and driving the children around. When I was six and started year one I started to fantasise about marrying a boyfriend. I owned a large collection of marbles, including a couple of the big ones. Instead of playing the normal games most children would with marbles, I turned the bigger marbles into mum and dad whilst the little marbles were their large brood of children. Around the lounge room they would travel as a family. Continue reading