It’s all about me
Hiding behind a screen in Queensland, Australia is a single woman, a single parent, and a singularly woeful at many things individual. Mother to Bubba (2) and Weasel (5). This house is a doodle-free zone. I spend a lot of time wiggling, denying my need for the loo and wishing I had shares in Tena. Kids will do that to a woman, but do they ever apologise? No. Rotten sods.
(Un)fortunately for those around me, my lack of skill and talent has never stopped me from trying things and failing spectactularly. Can I boil an egg? Yes of course, but oddly not all the time. Can I cook a stew? Sure. Do you want to eat it? Cos I don’t.
Can I sew something for my kids? Yes, but after my last attempts I promised them I would never do it again.
Ironically, I’m a highly educated woman, I should be able to do more than blunder through my daily life. Bit baffling that. Not to worry, I’m also easily amused. Look, a squirrel!
So now I find myself looking up how to do things more and more. Then ignoring the instructions and making things up, more and more. I call it middle age. Just imagine how contrary I will be as an old lady. Here you will find a lot of misinformation and often chaotic results, but if you can’t publicly mock yourself, who will?
Apologies in advance
Michelle.
Talk to me
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