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This Will Never Be Normal

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I woke up this morning to the devastating news of a terror attack just a few miles away from where myself and my family had been sleeping soundly. A large-scale attack on innocent people with extremely grave consequences: 22 fatalities and scores of wounded, a third of whom are children. And that is so far.

I woke up this morning to the terrifying reality that is the world into which I am bringing my children. I needed to explain to them over their Cheerios and Weetabix that today had brought some very sad news in town, about one baddie versus a lot of goodies, about many people going to heaven together and about why and how such evil can possibly exist. I woke up this morning not well versed to have this conversation, unsure of myself and unprepared.

But as I spoke the words, in a language I hoped they would understand, I wasn’t really present. I was already consumed with how and when I would have to broach Part Two of the terrible story that was unfolding before their very innocent eyes. The part where it was revealed that this was not an isolated incident and where they might see and hear of such depraved, wicked actions and real-life evil monsters and terrifying scenes playing out over and over again in their precious lifetimes. The part where it would all sadly become the norm.

But then I woke up this morning. I woke up to the fact that this is not normal and this can never be normal. I read of homeless men cradling the dying, of the emergency services “falling as if from heaven”, of wounded women ushering other people’s children to safety. I read of queues to give blood, of hotels giving shelter, of cafes offering food, of taxi drivers turning their meters off. I read of countless more acts of selflessness, kindness, unity and love. And I realised that our city and our nation will never allow this to become normal. We will never allow ourselves to be dulled into submission, defeated by cowardly acts of terror.

This is not normal and never will be.

I woke up this morning and for that, I am truly thankful.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all those who have been affected by last night’s atrocity.

fun · Motherhood · Personal development · sacrifice

Hot Heels

There’s something about heels that makes a woman feel good. Whether or not we look good is an entirely different matter. However, the fact remains that tall heels, kitten heels, stiletto heels, cone heels, spool heels, chunky heels – whatever your preference, heels make us feel sh*t hot. For there’s something about slipping into a pair of heels that instantly transforms a woman. From skivvy to sexy, elephant to elegant, mum to MILF. No matter who she becomes, the woman in heels has elevated herself to a whole new level. And she means business. Continue reading “Hot Heels”

Choice · General parenting · Motherhood · Mum · Personal development

Trust me, I’m your Instinct

Decision making is not one of my talents. Big ones, small ones – you name it, resolute decisions are just not my bag. And when it comes to having to actually make them, I can usually be found perched on the fence, dithering between the varying shades of green on either side. Decisive I am not. Continue reading “Trust me, I’m your Instinct”

Health · Home and Family · Marriage · sacrifice

The Ten O’clock Rule

It’s 10.36 on a Saturday night

And I’m in bed.

I’m in bed with a reputation that is starting to precede me.

Dinner-party done, table tidied, guests gone.

It’s only 10.36 pm and already I’m tucked up, amid crisp white layers of laundry-fresh bedded bliss.

Delicious.

Delicious it may sound, from time to time, either alone or with a significant [or not so significant] other. But don’t be fooled, this is no luxury. The Ten O’Clock Rule is a self-inflicted, self-regulated body-clock bootcamp. One that, might I add, is far from being relegated to school-nights only. No. The Ten O’Clock Rule has long since daily ruled this roost.

And it’s beginning to rule my life. Continue reading “The Ten O’clock Rule”