Have you ever sobbed? Sobbing is not just crying, it means to weep aloud with convulsive gasping; or to cry uncontrollably. Most times you don’t plan to sob, your emotions wash over you. Like waves breaking in the ocean and you are overwhelmed with tears
leaking gushing from your eyes. My first reaction is always to hold back and to cry conservatively – which in my mind means to let the tears roll whilst holding your composure. Sometimes when things are too much, as it seemingly appeared today, my body releases all the pressure and I sob. (more…)
The Plantation is set in a magical garden scene, with beautifully framed windows and a beamed ceiling. On arrival I walked through a hedge enclosed pathway to a registration table where I was greeted by some friendly faces. They took my name, gave me a badge, a book and a heavy black bag. As we chatted, I could smell the coffee from the Mastertons Coffee Bar, and my nose led me stumbling toward the entrance. (more…)
I have been AWOL (absent without leave) for a week, whilst my life has been less than its usual imperfect self. All the while looking back now I tried to maintain some normality – which as we know raises even more havoc!The #ECMeetUp was on my calendar (side note: this was amazing!) for a really long time, but early last week it seemed this plan was destined to fail. Is this a Murphy’s Law thing? Because I really, really could do with a break here! (more…)
Gasp! Why don’t my apples taste like your pears? I mean – we are all fruit aren’t we?
After spending some time with a few of the moms in my life this past weekend, I was feeling “less than”. By less than I mean – I felt like I wasn’t doing enough of something. Do you know what I mean? I found myself planning on buying new toys, trying to get DJ books that are more educational and cooking more food from scratch. Basically making A LOT more effort in the baby department. Yesterday afternoon Ian said to me “Love, you are enough – all this is great, but without it you are still doing enough.” (more…)
I used to think I had disobedient hair, and well I kinda still think it’s disobedient. But my hair and I have come to such a great understanding this last few months – we are, dare I say – “friends” now? (more…)