Valuing child care workers: what are you prepared to pay?

My daughter has been going to long day childcare twice a week for the last two years and absolutely loves the activities, the friends she’s made and the close bond she has developed with her carers. The carers work so hard each and every day to make the environment fun and educational for children. They…

Huxley: the perfect cat-dog that ever was

Last week I tragically had to put down my beloved cat Huxley, after fifteen and a half wonderful years together. She was a faithful friend and companion and her absence has left an awful whole in our lives. She wasn’t a normal cat, and as I’m not really a cat person, that worked well. I…

Losing our Census: what does it mean for you and me?

I’ve just read a number of news articles on the possibility of the Australian Government saving a shit load of money (hundreds of millions) by cutting or changing the Australian Bureau of Statistics Census of Population and Housing. Now before you all start saying “hooray, I don’t have to complete that stupid survey form every…

My Mother’s Daughter: growing up with mental illness

For as long as I can remember, my mother has been mentally ill. According to my father, she used to be a different woman; a fun loving happy person living a spontaneous and carefree life. Unfortunately I can’t remember ever meeting her. I wish I had some memory of this woman; the woman my father…

My fathers twinkling eyes: photos and lost memories

My father past away over a year ago, and I have only just brought myself to look at his life’s accumulation of photos. As the eldest, I have become the nominated family ‘archivist’, so it is my responsibility to sort, scan and store hundreds of precious photos; links to my father’s memories which are now…

My girls, my love, my life

I’ve always wanted to have children, though in my early twenties I would tell everyone I was definitely not interested. I was convinced that if I verbalised my longing, life’s cosmic cruelty wasn’t going to let it happen. In my late twenties I even contemplated going it alone as ‘Mr Right’ hadn’t materialised. Thankfully the…

Husband envy…

My husband left the house to go to work this morning. Nothing unusual in that, he does that five days a week. But today, as I watched him pack his bag, collect the keys and walk out the door to drive to work, I had a few mixed feelings. As I surveyed the messy house…

The 5am feed

I thought for my first post for this blog, I’d write about something innocuous and benign. It’s amazing what you notice when feeding a four month old baby at 5am. The first rays of summer morning light stream through the venetian blinds highlighting things you wouldn’t notice in full daylight. Like the balls of fluff…