He bought a lemon

Date: 2012.01.30 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 0

He bought a lemon; my man did,

when he fell for the likes of me.

No easy paved road,

No honey smooth nights,

No silver lining to be seen.

Got no beauty,

Got no left boob,

My wombs dried up and our sex life too,

My hairs all gone,

and I cry all day

the way I howl, puts the dogs to shame.

I don’t laugh much,

rarely offer kind words,

I’m demanding,

I’m bossy,

I’m sloppy, it’s absurd….

That he bought a lemon; my man did,

when he fell for the likes of me

Yet when I say, “Im a scrap of old rag”

A scarf of fine silk’s all he sees.

Sorry

Date: 2012.01.08 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 2

Im sorry to inconvenience you
Ill try to do my best
To wear a brave face and slap on a smile
And not require too much rest

Im sorry if i appear selfish
With my requests, fatigue and complain
I really wish i would not to be this way
But clearly that wishings in vain

Im sorry ive become a burden
That no longer i give but i take
Im hoping your vision comes to fruition
And i am fine, no needs to make

But what if this battle gets worse yet?
What if this roads been the start?
If self sufficency is a thing of the past,
And i need extra nurture of my heart?

Im sorry this thing isnt easy
Id throw it away if I could
But knowing its me and not any of you
Makes me glad, as it should

Date: 2012.01.02 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 0

No more crying in the shower

No more torment hour by hour

It’s taken what it can of me

But more of this girl yet will be freed,

So, no more breaking of my heart

I’m taking over this cancerous farce.

Thats not a Weapon!!

Date: 2011.12.31 | Category: mouths of babes | Response: 0

“Its not a weapon its a fing for whacking fwends wif!!!  4yo

Betty Boob

Date: 2011.12.31 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 3

Surgery is over, and I would like to introduce you to the sexiest prosthetic you will ever meet.  Betty Boob. 

I will be sharing many adventures with my new friend Betty. 

On Wednesday, my friend Sikiki and I decided to go for a pedicure, you know, so that we could feel a bit good.  Well we went to a cheap place, with the massage chair and the unsanitary water… lovely!! 

As I sat back and looked over at my precious friend, I noticed how with the vibrations of the chair her perky, non cancerous breasts jiggled so musically.  With curiosity I looked down at my lone boob, wondering how one jiggly jug would look… but Betty boob had stolen the show.  That dang sassy prosthetic had bumped and jiggled its way out of its spot to sit on top of my leftover breast, and half way up my neck.

Typical. Stage Hog.

This is just the New Existence

Date: 2011.12.16 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 3

My lovely brother was visiting from Perth on Tuesday, and I drove to the city to pick him up.  On the drive home, we talked about a dear friend going through a difficult custody battle.  My brother began telling me about a book he recently read called Morgans Run, and about how the main character has gone through multiple traumas.  How time after time, the character is thrown a raw deal, and through all of this difficulty he accepts his new lot with an embracing courage.  There is no need to question why, there is no point in being angry or sorry or resentful.  This is just the new that we have to exist through.

So now I embrace the newest thing.  It is what it is, and its a story we will one day tell.  Thats all.

what would you like for your birthday?

Date: 2011.08.18 | Category: mouths of babes | Response: 0

Tucking in Mr 3YO soon to be 4…

“What would you like me to get you for your birthday, honey?”

“OO when I growed up I wanna be a fire man, I needs a fire truck!”

“Ok, I will have a look at fire trucks”

“and Briohne, Fire mens need Holy Copters too!”

Roadtrip

Date: 2011.04.29 | Category: motherGuilt | Response: 0

I have recently returned from a trip to Perth WA, and I went on a little roadtrip to visit my husbands Aunt.  She lives 203 klm South East from Perth, in the small town of Collie.  I realised, about 15 minutes in that it was my first ‘real’ on-my-own adventure since finding out I was pregnant for the first time.

Its a funny thing not being alone for 15 years.  The constant company of children gives me a false sense of community participation.  It was not until I was completely away from them, and doing something for myself that I realised how fooled I was.  What makes me interesting?  What makes me who I am? Why are the stories about ourselves that we tell our children only from pre children? From children on, the stories are only ever about our children!!

How frequently do mothers do something for themselves?  I dont mean a pedicure, or a glass of champagne style of doing something for ourselves. I mean a lifepath style of doing something for ourselves.

These babies are born, and we begin our part in THEIR journey.  Which is an honour, and an identity and a satisfying and happy role.  But, I think that so many of us let our childrens journey define us, and stop having our own roadtrip. I know this is true for me.  And being so consumed by our childrens lives, and meeting their needs, can only mean that the emptiness of them being gone is all the more painful.

I for one, wouldnt want to be consumed by anthing other than my childrens life paths, and the joy that is being on their journey.  But being alone made me think, how foolish it is to beleive that our lives are full because we make their lives full.

I am going to take on the responsibility of filling my life while filling my boys lives!!

Every day I want to educate myself, better my character, explore my interests, and value my creativity. 

Because my being needs to be nourished.

food, costly food

Date: 2011.04.29 | Category: motherBreast | Response: 0

I think that I should be rewarded shares in weetbix… anyone else with me?  The amount of cereal my boys can eat just increases and increases.  There must be a genetic code with boys that predisposes them to loving cereal, I am yet to meet a boy who wont go for seconds, thirds, fourths of weetbix. Even my darling Husband will happily trade dinner for a big bowl of eight … I really dont understand. It is wonderful though, for a large family.

Often I am asked how I feed so many, and it is one of my tricks.  I make a normal family meal, there are no seconds, or leftovers, the whole lot gets served up – and if you are still hungry?  Go to town on weetbix!

PERTH – Pretty Excellent Recreational Town of Happiness

Date: 2011.04.29 | Category: motherStories | Response: 0

I have always wanted to go to Perth.

I remember as a school girl learning the Capital cities of Australia and thinking how amazing it would be to live on the other side of the Island.

My best friend from High School ‘nabbed’ herself a Perthwegian boyfriend, and I was so enthralled by the West.

I remember hearing the song “Bridal Train” by The Waifs and loving the story told of the brides leaving Perth to meet their Yankee Sailors, and thinking “I HAVE TO GO THERE”. Waifs – Bridal Train

I met my husband, and together we dreamt of watching the Sunset over the Indian Ocean.  This dream was easily fuelled by his Aunts adventures over West, were she had eventually settled and raised her children.

16 years, I imagined his Aunt, Uncle and their 4 children frollicking on sand that was met by the Indian Ocean. 

Then my baby brother moved there for work with his wife and two young children.

And Then.

I got to go there.