Good God !

I looked at the floor

Good God it needs mopping!

I looked at my hair

Good God it needs chopping!

I looked at my wardrobe

Good God it needs shopping

I looked at this poem

Good God it needs stopping!

in between emails

awake at an ungodly

something in the sixes

try and prolong baby in bed with me

but he nearly crawls off the end

and I know I am only prolonging the inevitable

time to rise

and face a 40 degree plus day

well at least I am not mustering sheep

Cowboy is running late

has no time for brekkie

we wave at him and the dogs

before our morning ritual

inclusive of me trying to check emails in between

spoonfuls of weetbix

of singing incy wincy spider too loudly

and getting odd looks from neighbour when I take an item off the clothesline

that I use like a wardrobe

on a need to wear basis

I do the hokey pokey and I turn around

and then we hit the street

pay some bills

small talk about the heat

cringe at the local radio station in the car

and back to it....

blogging in between nappy changes

singing in between emails

mashing up pumpkin

in between air-conditioned rooms

writing down ideas

as they scurry into my head

begrudge the heat

then feel guilty because despite working in it all day

Cowboy is going running tonight

and I have decided I can't

that I won't

Instead I am going to scoff a packet of Retro Party Mix lollies

in between emails

Award Winning Poetry - and I am a Trenery / Country Road Mama

Wow. I feel I have been very positive of late and really opening myself up to opportunites and going with my instincts. It is paying off!
I just won $100 voucher to spend with Trenery - a new range of clothing at Country Road through a fabulous blogger Tania McCartney.

Although this might not sound like much (even though it does) it is so great for me!

As first year of Mamahood with no income and living far away from shops this is like winning the lottery!!

How did I win it?

With this inspirational piece of prose.. that is how

The comp was to write about dressing for middle age or something (NB : NOT that I have any experience dear readers having just turned 30.)

On the slippery dip to middle age
One must not fall victim to fashion
Trying to look younger than your years
Is a sure fire recipe you'll come crashin'
The key is keeping it simple and classy
With minimal boob and minimal arsey
Be modest, let your natural beauty shine
Now hand me that Country Road Voucher - 'tis mine!

Twas the week(s) before Baby

i wrote this poem leading up to having baby, oh the anticipation and the fear of how fat I had become - think this fear was larger than that of giving birth haha.... definitely had way too much time on my hands when pregnant - and it was around xmas the King was born 'Twas the week(s) before baby as big as a house Every body part is aching, including my mouth The stockings were packed in the pre-maternity compartment with care In hope that my bottom will one day fit back in there; The child is nestled all snug in my womb While visions of amniotic fluid surround him like doom; Mama in her Mu-mu, and Papa in his cowboy hat, are enjoying the last of their opporurtunities to nap, While rolling over in bed, I felt such a clatter, I tried to spring from bed when Dave said "What's the matter?" "My arms have gone numb and my pelvis is aching", "I hope to God we love this little baby we are baking" A fake contraction startled me into woe Wondering if a million miles to the hospital we should go When, what to my wondering mind should I think God I miss the days of escaping worries with a drink The days leading up to the arrival of baby is like waiting for Santa when you are young anxious and crazy I guess Santa must feel similar about his annual fate squeezing down a chimney after a year of stacking on weight But when its all over and the chimney part is done He arrives baring presents and from then on its fun As a mad dust storm is then settled by rain A baby will be born to erase all the pain With cheeks like roses, if he doesn't have jaundice and I will feel elated if I escape feeling nauseous The day will arrive it is much anticipated I am sure when we meet him we'll be glad how we waited And I will hear the baby exclaim as he draws his first breath "Hello to you Mama now hand me your breast" Can anyone relate to going INSANE with anticipation? What is the craziest thing you have done leading up to giving birth?