Another successful downward dog day

I’ve mentioned before how much I love going to my happy place - the gym, for some alone time and the chance to score cheap childcare. The days at home seem to pass so much more quickly with a brief respite from the limpet needing a ‘high huggle’. And, amazingly, after an hour away, they turn cuter! Magic. I really should tell them to stop photoshopping my kids while I’m gone.

As usual, we had five minutes left to make it from our place onto the yoga mat, and amazingly the planets and green lights and children aligned. I made it. There was some chi ball dancing, some butt torture (‘Ryan Gosling is seeing you naked for the first time’ I started saying in my head for motivation, but it was more like ‘fuck fuck fuck I’m going to die’ by the end), and some lying down. I liked the lying down most.

Some highlights:

1) The uncanny resemblance my neighbour’s chi ball bore to a mango. At one point I very nearly crawled over and sunk my teeth in. Thank God I have subhuman restraint.

This is a chi ball . Deflated, when you’re hungry, it’s mango-esque.

2) The spectacular and very loud fart that NOBODY heard. Poor woman – I wanted to laugh it off with her but I suspect she hoped/imagined/dreamt it was unheard. Sometimes etiquette is stupid. And, to my eternal credit, I didn’t laugh. Like a teenaged boy, in a quiet space, I find farting hilarious.

3) My ineptitude with a theraband. These are the stretchy things that physios give you in rehab. I’d pulled it behind my foot in an ‘all-fours’ position, then tipped right off to the left, until SPLAT – I’d rolled over like a dog for a belly scratch. Being at the very back of the room, the gorgeous lady in front kindly drew it to everyone’s attention with ‘MAN DOWN!’

This is almost exactly how awesome I look with a theraband before I do the sideways roll over dog

In a nutshell – my kids get cuter, I get to swear unimpeded, work on being Ryan Gosling’s girlfriend (cos we all know THAT’S going to happen), make childish fart jokes inside my head and roll around like a sleepy itchy dog. Is exercise supposed to be this fun?

Gonna be all right

Today is feeling a little bit Bob Marley. Not worried, about a thing. I’m sitting in the sunshine outside Little L’s future school while she does a ‘practice’ morning for kindy next year. She’s settled right in, gone off enthusiastically, and is having fun. I’m lurking outside the classroom on the grass ‘just in case’, until somebody here is trained in diabetes management, but so far, so great.

I’m reading a book I love so much I’m reading like mud, as slowly as I can so it doesn’t run out. I’ll review it here later. The diabetes is FINE, I can hear kids laughing, singing, everything is sunny and I’m warm and relaxed. I really like this place.

Loving this book.

Isn’t sending our kids off to ‘big’ school something we’re supposed to dread? I expect I’ll feel wistful for my baby on day one next year, but right now I can’t wait for Little L to start school. It’s a wonderful place to be.



10 things that make me happy

1. The beach. Any day, in any weather, it’s either a reflective place or a pick-me-up. It’s always humbling whatever its mood, and gives me a good dose of ‘get over yourself’.

2. My kids eating roti Indian-style to scoop up their Palak Paneer and Dhal. I’m stoked about their gourmet palates. Fussy eating is not a problem in my house. Brussels sprouts? Bring ‘em on!

My kids LAUGH in the face of danger.


3. Purple shampoo. I love purple. How awesome that you can put something SO bright purple in your hair and not get bright purple hair!

I almost want to eat this stuff it smells so good.



4. Books. All of them. For taking me somewhere else when I can’t afford a holiday.

If you recognise this is a tardis bookshelf you should be embarrassed, obviously.

5. Teeth. Smiles look so nice with teeth in them.









6. Bubbles. In any form really. They are just the happiest thing. The ones kids pop, the ones in champagne, the ones in the bath. I love them all.

Mmmmm bubbles


7. Mangoes. The taste like summer and sunshine, and they’re healthy!?¬†How is that even possible? Two interesting facts you may NOT know: not only does the mango have anti-inflammatory properties, but the mango tree is a symbol of love in India. So THERE chocolate. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Actually don’t – that’s bad for you.





8. Working. I am mental. Entirely mental. But I really love editing, crafting the words just so. And you know, sometimes when your kids are small, going to work is just like a holiday.

I am one of the few people in the world who find this hysterical. The rest can’t find the mistake. The others are bored.


9. Fish. Because they blow bubbles. AND you can eat them.




10. My girls. They’re not things, but how could I leave them out? They make me smile so many times, every day.


Scooter girls

My happy place

So, I joined a gym.

Exercise used to be to lose weight, to look good in a bikini (yep, ok, naked) and to not feel completely crap when turning up at the beach or, worse, flicking through a glossy mag featuring models in bikinis, WHILE at the beach, wearing a bikini. But now?

Now I just want a quiet place. A place where nobody pulls on me and asks for food, a place where nobody hits anybody (without gloves on), and, blissssssssss, a place where I can ride a bike to nowhere and read a trashy magazine about nothing while someone else looks after my kids for the princely sum of $2. If you need motivation to exercise, people, have children!

The other day I was feeling particularly grumpy about my domestic ungoddessness (it’s my blog and I’ll make up words if I want to DAMMIT) and I needed to get out of the house desperately. Where to go? Where to go?

YOGA. Perfect. Ten minutes of screaming at the girls to get shoes on, eat breakfast, stop dancing on the toilet, and we were in the car driving at breakneck speed towards RELAXATION.

I barrelled through the door without a second to spare, lay down and took my ten long breaths in, and out, in, and out.

I fell asleep. And it was good.


This is not me not doing yoga.