Not having your husband at home comes with its advantages, but it also comes with its challenges…

Pro: the washing pile is smaller

Con: it won’t move from the lounge room unless you physically fold it and put it away

Pro: when you finally put away the washing, you’ve ‘technically’ cleaned the lounge room

Con: you can now see all the biscuit crumbs

Pro: there are actually left overs for once

Con: they last for dayyyyyysss and you just want to eat something different, but you know then there will be more leftovers

Pro: you get the whole bed to yourself

Con: getting to sleep isn’t as easy with no one to snuggle

Pro: you can be lazy with meal ideas

Con: you still have to go grocery shopping, with two girls, when you’ve got nothing left in the cupboard

Pro: you can take spur of the moment trips down south

Con: your kids will make you wish you hadn’t

Pro: you now have time to focus on study or work in the evenings

Con: this doesn’t stop you from trolling FB and Instagram. Its nearly midnight already…GO TO SLEEP

Pro: you can make your bedroom as girly as you like

Con: your kids will destroy that fantasy as soon as you start tidying

Pro: to maintain sanity you can send your kids out the back with a cracker while you quickly begin to clean

Con: your smallest is terrified to the point of hysteria of the chook (that is almost as tall as her) bee lining for that cracker

Pro: you find that hilarious

Con: the chook got in while you were distracted and laughing, there is now poop to clean up too

Pro: you are the most popular with your kids you have ever been

Con: you just wish they would stop talking to you and find some other sucker to lavish their attention on

Pro: you can finally put that slight OCD into good use

Con: if you could find the time or energy to clean at all

Pro: the weather is amazing, you can get all the washing done fast, including sheets

Con: but you realise after you wash and hang it out, that you will have to bring it in, fold it and put it all away

Pro: you weren’t in a rush to do the laundry anyway

You just have to laugh…

Much love peeps xxx

Cancelled flight airport selfie 😦

Papa hoot (PH) can home last tuesday after two weeks away. Excitement was an understatement.

Tornado had been really looking forward to ‘daddy wake me up!’. She had been counting down the days on a little calendar I made that both her and PH had. In the morning she would put a star on her calendar with me, and in the evenings PH would ask her what colour to put on his.

Tornado somewhat understands what’s going on. We’ve had a melt down or two, but it’s mostly because she’s tired, or we haven’t explained it clearly to her. She’s excited about talking to daddy on the ‘pewter’ and she loves to send him videos during the day. I’m not expecting this to be the case for the next swing, but I’m grateful for the gorgeous girl she has been these last two weeks.

The thing is, PH came home early (two week swing, not the usual four week swing) because I had to fly out to Melbourne. So as luck had it, he flew in at 8.20pm and I had to fly out the following morning at 1.45am. Unlike ships passing inter night, we got to spend a romantic two and a half hours together (allowing for him to get home, thank the babysitter and finally get some sleep after a 4.00am start to his day).

Honestly, it felt like five minutes. When the person you are most desperate to see is only around for a small window you never feel like you said the important things, or made the most of your time. Similar to any two mums with small children catching up. Except instead of being distracted by tiny humans and half finishing conversations, you discuss the important stuff, the child care hand over and argue about who’s turn it is to make a decision.

The hardest part was saying goodbye after such a short amount of time. But I was crazy excited about my little adventure (I had never been to Melbourne, never met the person I was going to stay with and I was taking a massive leap of faith for a new business opportunity. But more about that some other time).

So at 11.30 I was at the Airport eagerly awaiting my red eye flight to Melbourne. I checked in, trotted up stairs and ordered myself a big girl drink to celebrate my independence. After my drink I sat down to read my book before boarding. Just as I got comfortable, 45 mins before my flight was due to leave – it was cancelled.

My house is 1 hour and 20 mins from the Airport. This was not ideal. I was however, fairly grateful for my big girl drink which kept me buzzing while I waited to find out the fate of my Melbourne trip. I’m forever a ‘if its meant to be…’ kind of girl, but Airports and flights are not something that instils patience in people.

Turns out they could put me on another flight (YAY) at 6.10am (oh wait-what?). PH had just got home and there was no point getting a million dollar taxi ride home to get an hours sleep. So super comfy airport tiles it was. And not even the departure lounge, check in tiles! Because the Airport is basically shut from 2am – 4am.

What does a SAHM do with all this spare time, hanging out at an airport? She downloads some One direction, Demi Lovato and Macklemore and practices her dance moves. Kid you not, I lugged my carry on luggage back and forth as I shimmied and two stepped to the toilet. I also cranked out a fair bit of dubsmash videos and I read every blog I could possibly find. I am eternally thankful for smart phones? What did people do in Airports before there were smart phones? I shudder to think!

I finally get some shut eye at about 3 am. I snuggled up to the ATM (We’re going steady now). When I woke up BOOM! People everywhere. Dear airport people, I apologise for the drool, snoring and most probably farting while I was past out and I hope no one needed that ATM. When get up to the departure lounge and its like a freaking party! Where the hell did everyone come from? I’m still wiping crusty drool from my mouth and there are women all glammed up for their early morning flight!

I finally get on the plane (thank you spaghetti gods). The man next to me is reading a newspaper! A GIANT FREAKING NEWSPAPER. He is 100% over estimating his available space in this situation. Not matter how much I sign and eye roll he does not get the point. He has also laid claim to the arm rest (I’m in the aisle seat). And should I get anywhere near it, his position strengthens (Dude, come on. Its not freaking game of thrones. And if it was, you should be worried about me, I’m a new effing character!). I finally get comfortable and plan to get as much sleep as I can. 20 mins of blissful sleep and I get rudely woken up. The man next to me hits my knee! HE HIT MY KNEE! He’s shoved it away from HIS side! Are you for reals old man? Don’t judge a book by its cover, because if you open up this can of worms you are SCREWED!

But it was time for breakfast, so I settled my anger and calmed myself down. I attempt to eat my breakfast with my left hand, because space invader man had his wings out again. His elbow was nearly in my food (*chants ‘in with gratitude, out with love, in with love, out with gratitude*). My patience was clearly at its peak by this stage.

Finally the man with the eagle wings fell asleep. Once again I tried to get comfortable, but that’s a little difficult when your only allowed two thirds of your allocated sleep and you are hunched up next to the aisle. Just as I would get comfortable, someone would bump my head or shoulder. Relaxation to the MAX. And Mr arm rest then started SNORING! Thankfully I’m well trained in coping with snoring thanks to PH.

Suffice to say I was fairly excited to get off the plane. This was just the start of what turned out to be the best four day adventure I had ever been on. I’ll tell you more about that next time.

Much love peeps xx

Its been over a week since Papa Hoot (PH) started working away. For over a week now, it’s just been me and the crazies in the house. It’s an adjustment, it’s hard at times, and change is a bit uncomfortable, but we’re getting there. 
The first night was hard. It kicked me in the guts. Emotionally more than anything. Let’s be honest, in terms of house work- I know my shit. And in terms of child taming, sorry I mean rearing- I’ve got my ‘working with dangerous animals ‘ licence so it’s all good. 

But I’m not use to being all by myself. I’m a talker. A story teller. A shit dribbler. A self proclaimed comedian. An entertainer. I’m a performer, and as much as I love my girls, they don’t really get my sarcasm, or credit me for being hilarious often enough. So when my audience has flown away, it’s no surprise I’m a bit lost.

On a serious note, PH and I have been together for nearly 16 years. The longest we’ve been apart is two weeks. And that was before we had Tornado. So right now it feels like there is a giant bungy rope constantly tugging at my heart, reminding me that something is missing. Telling me that this feels weird, and it kickstarts my eyes into raining fairly regularly. 

But we will not wallow. We will find tiny achievements each day, and always look for the cup half full. 

Filling my cup this week:

The girls love Skype. The computer is next to a window, so after Lottmonster has waved and said ‘Hi’ to PH, she then looks in the window reflection and says ‘Hi’ to other Daddy too. 

Tornado’s patience and manners. Well known for her busyness, Tornado has slowed down a fair bit since PH left. She regular tells me ‘I look affta you mummy’. I’m constant asked ‘do you need a cuggle?’. And she’s very concerned if I get upset. Please and thank you have come out from retirement, as well as a new found tolerance of eating the dinner that’s put in front of her (thank you spaghetti lords!). This is the counteracted by Lottmonster who had just learnt to tip her whole plate of food into the floor. But we won’t go there…

On day four, I unplugged the toilet all by myself. Tiny humans LOVE toilet paper. And a whole roll of unwrapped toilet paper doesn’t flush too well. But I fixed it! In your face super full loo! 

Also on day four I had a shower. It’s a pretty big achievement. On the days my kids leave me alone for five mins to shower ALONE, you know there’s magic in the air. 

On day six I realised PH’s trackies were still here! WINNING! Followed closely by the realisation that I still have to buy groceries, dammit.

On day seven I realise that I didn’t have to fold and put away all the washing which was dumped on the bed, in order to go to sleep. Shove it on to PH’s side and BOOM, problem solved. 

Day ten was our first real lazy day at home. I decide a low mess activity of chalk drawing on the driveway would be fun. Lottie eats pretty much all of the red chalk. Kids end up having a bath and both sleep solidly for two hours! Tea was consumed, book was read. 

Day eleven gave me a small heart attack. Because when your child eats a quarter of a cup of red chalk it has to come out the other end. Jayyy-zuss! 

Yesterday, after both the girls were awake, I found them having a cuddle in Tornados bed. Snuggled up, Lottmonster in Tornados arms. Sharing giggles and a kiss. Those little moments are getting me through the harder parts. When my girls show a smidge of love towards each other, I feel like weight of it all starts to disappear. Because funnily enough, screaming, fighting, crying, and irritating each other just doesn’t make my heart melt as much. 

Much love peeps xxx


  • Deafening silence after bedtime
  • lots of videos and photos sent to daddy
  • stickers on a calendar counting down the days
  • a cat that has taken over an empty side of the bed
  • schedules filling
  • pink toys spread out in every room 
  • chalk drawings on the driveway
  • lots of outside time, while the sun peaks it’s head out to say hello
  • skype time after dinner, where two little crazies bounce around in front of the computer
  • discussions about big girl schools and dry night time nappies
  • packing bags for Melbourne
  • a new found love for friends who visit with wine
  • listening to Powder finger and Bob Marley 
  • planning kitchen renovations 
  • looking forward to a 3 hr airport date with PH when he flies in, and before I fly out
  • dreaming of summer 
  • learning to love taking life slowly 
  • eating fresh passion fruit from our vine
  • drinking ALL the kombucha
  • testing my overlocker
  • making tomato chutney with our home grown tomatoes 
  • cold beach trips to wear out the dog (and hopefully the girls too)
  • getting use to the empty bedside table

Much love peeps xxx

Dear Mr Vance Joy,

Thank you for writing the words I can not get out of my head. Thank you for writing what my heart wants to say. These words would be my first dance if I could get married all over again.

If you haven’t heard ‘Fire and the Flood’ by Vance Joy… do it now.

Here are some lyrics…

You’re the fire and the flood
And I’ll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your hand is resting next to mine
Next to mine You’re the fire and the flood

Since we met I feel a lightness in my step
You’re miles away but I still feel you
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are
Late at night when you can’t fall asleep
I’ll be lying right beside you counting sheep
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are


From me to you babe

Much love peeps xxx

Let me just start this post with a disclaimer:

I hold fly in fly out (FIFO) workers and partners in high regard. I know many incredibly beautiful families that make it work, and work to make it work, and have worked through the hard slog to make it work. They are the strongest, most resilient men and women I have come across. No, its not all rainbows and lollipops. But its a way of life chosen to build a future.

Its a way of life that hurts due to the distance, but strengthens due to the connection. I am in awe of those left at home, single parenting in their partners absence. I am in awe of those who leave their families in order to build a better future. I am in awe of anyone who steps up and does what needs to be done to create a future that benefits those who they love.


This is our story. It wont be sugar coated, it wont be romanticised, it wont be over exaggerated, it will be what it is.

Papa Hoot (PA) left yesterday. We spent over three weeks waiting for the finalising of flight details. It was hell. A head games/limbo kind of feeling. We didn’t make plans because we were afraid of getting our hopes up. We didn’t see many people because we were soaking up family time. It was lovely, but felt a little tainted.

PA would get incredibly frustrated. He would accept that we was going, say goodbye to the girls and then shut himself off. It was obvious that leaving them was going to break his heart. He went through this cycle about three times before he actually left. I was pushing any emotion that might pop up, right to the very back of my mind. This wasn’t about me.

If it would break his heart, why did he want to go? Because of the type of work he wanted to do. It was an opportunity to use all the extra courses he had done, work in an environment he was trained for and because he wants to give the girls everything. Because he’s bloody amazing.

Back to yesterday.

When the last three weeks had dragged, it was a shock that yesterday flew by. When we got to the airport PA got a bit shaky as he was tagging his bags. I could hear it in his voice, I could see it in his eyes, and his body language was shouting ‘this is hard’. So I took a deep breath, smiled, and put the tags on for him.

When it was time for him to get on the plane, I had to hold back my tears and breathe a little deeper. PA had glassy eyes before he had even said a word. As he said goodbye to Tornado she lost it. Known for being a ‘mummies girl’ she said to him ‘I no want you to go, I just want you daddy’ and burst into tears as she tried to throw herself at him.

Yeah it sucked. But deep down, he needed to know that she would miss him, and that him leaving was a big deal to her. He choked back tears, said goodbye to Lott-monster and I and then lined up for his flight.

Tornado calmed down shortly after and was fine, mostly because she could see the plane take off. Lott-monster was oblivious to everything and just keep eating. Kids are fickle. I’m never really prepared for their reactions.

We went to a friends house straight after for dinner and thankfully that kept us busy enough not to feel sorry for ourselves for too long. It was only after we were home and the girls were in bed that it really sunk in and I let myself sook.

I don’t want anyone’s pity or sympathy. This is a choice. Yes it will be hard, but most changes are. Yes there will be struggles, but who doesn’t have struggles? It’s going to be hard on PA who is the most loving, hands on dad you could ever imagine. And it’s going to be hard for me to do all the parenting while trying not lose my mind. BUT, its only going to be hard if we let it be hard. I’m a glass half full kind of girl. You are only ever given what you can handle. So we got this!

To the FIFO families I know, and to those I do not know- you rock and I will follow your lead.

Much love peeps


  • biscuit crumbs on my bedroom floor from a tiny little crinkly nosed child
  • weeds growing wild,  filled with dandelions for little girls to make wishes with
  • endless cups of cold tea, in every room
  • soft wind blowing on the mulberry tree, threatening to loosen the fruit
  • bags packed with boots, for a when a daddy has to leave for work
  • too many dishes being avoided
  • a sooky dog wanting girls to come snuggle her
  • baby dolls galore spread through out the house
  • half naked kidlets running amok in the warm winter sunshine
  • piles of clothes, thanks to an indecisive three year old that requires a minimum of five costume changes a day
  • notes, paper work, calendars and to-do lists littering my desk
  • a content fat cat,  with a belly aimed towards the sun

Much love peeps xx

So its been some time since I last blogged (over two years—yikes).

Not intentionally though. Life sort of grew wings and flew off with me I’m afraid.

A few things have changed since the last time we met. So I’ll give you a run down of what life is like over here:

Tornado babe grew up. She’s now three and a half. LOVES fairies, HATES dinner time, and lives for the beach/ocean.


We moved. We now live further away from the city, in a house that we can call home. We are in the midst of little changes with in the house, with big plans for an epic reno in the near future.

Lott-monster was born. Baby girl number two has been a part of our lives for nearly 18 months. She’s an evil genius, loves to irritate her sister and has an appetite for mostly meat and carbs.


We got ourselves a dog. Daisy is the best dog ever, when she’s not digging up the garden, destroying toys, chewing up rugs and leaving a trail of destruction all over the back yard.

Me? I’m mostly a SAHM at the moment. I do relief teaching when I can, but I’m about to become a FIFO wifey, so relief will be few and far between. I’m also on the road to becoming a Celebrant, which I’m really excited about.

Life in my house is CRAZY, the girls are hilariously loopy, there is a constant stream of toys under my feet and the demands for food are never ending. It might not be every bodies cup of tea, but I love it.

I’m going to start posting a bit more frequently (fingers crossed) so stay tuned. I’m also writing over at just for something different.

Thanks for following along for this ride

Much love peeps xx

The weather is pretty miserable round here. Its grey and cold. The wind is starting to hit me on that little bit of skin that should have been covered up and my whole being feels the chill. Regardless, I really do love this weather, I’m pulling out scarves and bed socks. The heater is looking like more of a comfort than a black whole of debt. And when it rains, man do I love when it rains. I park up in front of the window, snuggled in a rug with a cup of tea and just watch as the sky cries.

But when it rains at night, it gets me. I wake to hear the rain on the roof. Some how the rain hits the hardest when you wake to hear it. I feel the grey and the cold and the chill hit me. But its in those moments when the rain hits the hardest, I am swamped with guilt. Always when the alarm clock says ‘are you effing kidding me o’clock’ I wake with a lump in my throat, moments from tears, stiffling sobs so not to wake the house. When the rain hits the hardest, I miss my dad. The guilt hits me like a bullet. Guilt because there has been too long between tears, too long between grieving, too long between the sadness. I know thats not true. Everyday I feel a part of me missing, everyday I feel like there is something he’s missing. But the guilt, it hits you like a wave. Never prepared, it sits on you chest and slowly absorbs into the whole body. There is hot lava burning through my veins, it hurts, the guilt hurts hard. I cry harder when the guilt hits, 2.36 am I curl, face into the pillow and force the howling into the foam. Rushing through the tears, pushing through the the pain, forcing myself to breathe again. And then, thankfully the rain begins to soften. The tears dry, the room gets quieter, and the guilt floats back into the shadows to wait for anothter day. I look at the clock and see 2.39 am. Drive by guilts in the middle of the night, painful and consuming, only when the rain hits the hardest.

Much love peeps xxx

I’ve never liked change. I was always the one who had to map out every option like a bloody choose your own adventure book (only knowing all your endings).

Now, I’m ready for change. Desperate to pack a bag on short notice and run away for a week. Willing to gut the whole house and start collecting furniture again. Ready to find a job in a new state. Change to me sounds delicious. Like the very last easter egg hiding on the top shelf. You know your just hanging out to scoff it.

So instead, I change my mindset. Focus on the head and the heart. Reinvent my approach to life in preparation for the eventual change.

So, cosmic powers that be, when your ready hit me up. I’ll be the one pretending she knows whats going on 😉

Much love peeps xxx

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