Exam procrastination and the great breakfast debate.

If this whole teaching thing doesn't work out, I definitely have a back-up career in professional procrastination. I'm a profesh procrastinator. My procrastination comes in all shapes and sizes. For example: procrasticleaning. I will suddenly discover 84 extremely urgent chores that I MUST address before even THINKING about my assignment. It is not unlike me to wash my car, sort clothes, change sheets or put 6 loads of washing on when I have a 50% unit plan due the next day. I also procrastiblog, apparently. And procrastiwhine (who doesn't?)... the list goes on.

So, while I am meant to be studying for my exam on Friday, which is a unit that I just wallow in, show up to occasionally and desperately rely on my friend's knowledge of.. I'll tell you a little story.

Charlotte is the worst - and I mean THE WORST - breakfast eater known to man. Or even eater in general. Really, she only eats yellow food. I'm not sure if it's intentional or not. But if it's not yellow, it's not goin' in that kid's mouth. Her diet basically consists of cheese, bread, macaroni and cheese, corn, mashed potato, bananas or spaghetti. And when I say spaghetti, I mean just boiled spaghetti pasta with absolutely no topping. If I'm lucky, or if she's feeling kind (okay... if I bribe her) she will eat oranges, apples, sausages and MAYBE tuna. She claims she eats tuna. Just not for me. One time she even ate baby spinach but I had to give her an old Easter egg after (disclaimer: this excludes, of course, all foods that typical children eat, like lollies, jelly, fairy floss, ice blocks etc). So pretty much, her dinner every night is a combination of those foods, and ALWAYS includes corn.

But what drives me nuts is breakfast. Breakfast takes probably 1.5 hours to eat. And being a studying/working mother, I don't have time for that shit. I am pretty much yelling every morning, "EEEEAAATTT YOOOOUUURRR BRRREEAAAKFAAAASST" like some sort of repetitive, tourette syndrome-having psychopath, and every morning she yells back "I. AAAMMMM," which is a downright lie because she most certainly is not.

Here is Charlotte, when she was MEANT to be eating her breakfast.

My question: does it ever end? Am I destined to make separate meals for all of my fussy, yellow-food eating children? I know the saying "If you don't eat dinner, you don't eat anything" but then how do you cope with the constant "I'm HUUUUNGRYYYY" that follows? It makes me want to do a Van Gogh and literally rip my ears off. And what is so good about yellow food? Someone enlighten me so I can keep my sanity. 

My exam calls. If you see a manic, crying, mumbling crazy person huddled in a corner somewhere, feverishly reading notes and then eating them, come and say hi. I won't bite. 

I'm baaaack!

Hi guys,


I haven't written in a while. Let's say... over two years. I know. I'm sorry.



But I'm back! I missed writing. I missed venting about my life. This platform is a good way for me to get the thousands of insane thoughts out of my brain without bombarding my Facebook friends with my rubbish. But if you are reading this, I assume you like my rubbish. It was entirely your intention to read my rubbish. For that, I thank you.

My now FOUR year old daughter is snoring loudly next to me. Her little hand is resting on my arm, because she has to have 'snuggles'. Therefore I'm typing super slowly, so I don't disturb her. Although when I think about how often she disturbs my sleep I almost want to. Just kidding (not really).

So. Jeez. Since my last post I have finished year 12 (!!!!!). At the same time I would have, if I stayed in school. Victory dance. And, in 5 days, after my last exam, I will be officially halfway through my teaching degree. That means in 2 years I could very well be teaching your children, brothers and sisters or nieces and nephews. If they're lucky.

Like I said before, Charlotte is now four years old. Halfway to eight years old. A quarter of the way to 16... no, nope, nup, not going there yet. She is blonde-haired, blue-eyed, kind, thoughtful, bright, strong-willed, a liiiiittle bit bossy and so intelligent it blows my mind (stop asking me how clouds stay in the sky. I don't know). She does ballet, even though it makes her "sooooo tired" and she hates having her hair in a bun. She starts pre-school next year. She tells me she loves me every day.

I am also dating a really nice boy. He could be The One. Charlotte thinks he is. After seeing a very 80s wedding dress today in a seamstress shop, she requested I wear one just like it at my wedding. Also tells anyone who will listen that our baby is named William. FYI, there is no baby. His name is Duncan, or Pumpkin as he is affectionately known as in our house. While sleep-talking the other night, Charlotte says "I love Pumpkin more than a bag!" so I guess that's a lot.

Thanks for reading my rambling crap. Next I'll probably write about something totally ridiculous that I find interesting, like my obsession with washi tape or The Bachelor.

To finish, here is an adorable photo of my child. She's so cute, she doesn't even need a filter. Wish I could say the same.