Category: Melinda’s voice

Mothering teenage boys is a puzzle.

Mothering teenage boys is a puzzle.

I want to write today about being a mum to a teenage boy. My first born was 15 a few weeks ago, and, I feel the same way I did on his first birthday. On his first birthday I cried, and held him all day. It was a multi layered cry, on one level I …

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Today, I write.

Today, I write.

I have been in hibernation this winter, hence the radio silence on the blog. I am allergic to the cold and struggle to be motivated when the air is cold, the wind is blowing, and I have to be rugged up in multiple layers. No, really I am allergic to the cold season, my skin goes …

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Got my phone

Got my phone

8.05.17   Monday and the no phone experiment was meant to finish yesterday, I have sent the odd text but I didn’t use my phone today either. I have an essay due in a couple of weeks for the art history and design unit I am studying. I have a few days off work, kids …

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Moody Sunday.

Moody Sunday.

07.05.17 After my blog writing last night, there was a phone call on Scott’s phone – because I still didn’t have a phone. That J was throwing up at Mum’s place. He has been incredibly stressed and cranky lately and this is how he handles stress. By throwing up. He has been like this since …

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Still no phone.

Still no phone.

06.05.17 Saturday morning and still no phone. AND I am loving it. I had to be a little more organised this morning than I usually am, but that’s not a bad thing. T had football at 12.20pm but Scott left the house with the boys at 9.30am, they wanted to go to Bunnings and then …

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No phone

No phone

5th May 2017   I turned off my phone last night. I had a mixed response from the 8 people that I told. I text Mum, Dad, my sister and my best friend. I told Scott and the boys. Scott said I won’t last until Sunday Dad text me back “ok, love”. My best friend …

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Help a mother out.

Help a mother out.

I know the word “tribe” is a popular term at the moment and being bashed to death. I’m 14.10 years into the raising of our boys and have always drawn on advice from my mum, my sisters, my hubby’s family, friends, teachers and principals, other mothers. It’s become very apparent over the last few days or even weeks …

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Just mow the lawn.

Just mow the lawn.

I read an article this morning while on my third cup of coffee. I worked yesterday afternoon, got home at midnight and couldn’t sleep. So feel as though I was on the wines last night. My reaction to this article could be merely because I am tired and cranky. As I started reading it, my …

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Post 98

Post 98

Post 98. “Oh your boy’s are so independent, I was watching you set up your site yesterday and was envious of you and your hubby. The boy’s jumped out of your car and went and found their friends and you two laughed and worked together putting together your camp site.” This was said to me …

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Pretty Knickers and preparation

Pretty Knickers and preparation

    After the initial pounding of my heart and hysterical laughter, at me being chosen for the boudoir model shoot, my emotions swung from: Excitement about, wearing pretty knickers, getting hair and makeup done and feel all girly.  To freaking the hell out that I have answered an ad on Instagram. I am meeting a stranger in …

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