Handling the transition to work-at-home mum

“I feel like I have no time for fun anymore,” I said to my husband in a moment of bleak honesty. “All I do is work after the kids are asleep, then go to bed.”
I had recently started working from home. While I was thankful to be bringing in some money, I was finding the transition to work-at-home mum a bit bumpy. Continue reading “Handling the transition to work-at-home mum”

“I’m sorry, but you have breast cancer.”

I’m so sorry Mrs James, but you have breast cancer …..

Never ever did I ever expect to hear those words being spoken to me. Let alone at the age of 40.

But here I was on 1st March 2019, sitting with my husband in the doctor’s office in the Breast Clinic at Royal Perth Hospital, experiencing this almost out of body experience.  Continue reading ““I’m sorry, but you have breast cancer.””

Choosing the slow lane

I’m sure that we would all agree that 2020 has not turned out the way we expected. It has been challenging for many, with disruption and change seeming to come from every side at times. We have all in some way experienced social isolation and lockdown this year, and for me the time at home brought with it some interesting reflection and changes. We are choosing the slow lane. Continue reading “Choosing the slow lane”

Riding the COVID-19 storm as a family

It’s been an interesting time for us all, hasn’t it? How are you and your family handling this COVID-19 storm? Do you, like me, have good days, and then bad ones as well? Are you really enjoying having the kids around, but then sometimes go and hide away from them in the cupboard or the bathroom? Do you feel positive about how things are going around the world, then crash into anxiety and fear? You’re not alone. Continue reading “Riding the COVID-19 storm as a family”

The little one that follows me

Motherhood. I was in no way prepared for it. Not for the amount of love I would feel. Or how being responsible for meeting all the required needs of another human being would, at times, bring out the worst parts of me. I am conscious of the picture I present to the little one that follows me. Continue reading “The little one that follows me”