Author: The Informal Matriarch

I know it’s Thursday and all but I’m not going to do a Thursday 13 today. Because it’s move in day!! We went and saw our place last night as a family. Pretty much the most exciting thing we’ve done (other than getting married and having babies) as a couple. We filmed it all and… Continue reading Other People’s Filth

We get our keys a day early, that means today.  That means the today I’m a home owner.  That means that today, this stupid journey is over and I have my own house today.  Pardon me for a moment. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT FA LA LA WOOOOOTY… Continue reading The Good News Has Arrived

So, we’re in phase two of our homeless situation.  We’re now at Auntie Jen Jen’s house.  No more small apartment!!!  I’m glad!  Although, this place feels like a mansion compared to that tiny apartment!! Silas was put in the dark family room for a nap.  He played, and played and then cried and then screamed. … Continue reading Step 2

I always feel slightly awkward after writing a really depressing post.  I feel weird writing the next day.  I’m feeling better today.  Looks like things will be mended and that makes me a lot happier. This apartment is almost entirely empty and it feels like I can breathe easier.  I’m not so cramped but I… Continue reading Awkward moment

Pardon my french but I’m feeling crappy today, I sometimes swear and this is my blog so if you don’t like it then scroll down a bit and you wont see the potty word. I think I’ve come to the end of my rope.  It seems like crappy thing after crappy thing has been happening… Continue reading Shit Happens in Clumps

A quick little morning post today.  We’re off to the lake with Auntie Jen Jen and family.  I’ll have a billion photos to post and I’m also taking the video camera.  You’ll be in an ocular enjoyment wonderland. Here’s the main reason for this post: Isaac, my almost 9 week old infant, is 16 pounds. … Continue reading Double The Trouble

I woke up yesterday to a nasty nasty surprise.  Silas had woken up, pooped and then played with his poop a little.  The nappy didn’t come off but his hands went in it.  Sick!  Into the tub he went, wash, dry, new nappy, get dressed…strip the bed.  Then, not remembering that my son copies the… Continue reading A Blessing In Disguise

Since I’m obsessed with blogging, I thought I might try this new thing out called Blogsvertise.  What happens is they send me an email every once in a while from a sponsor.  I click the link and read about this sponsor then I write a little something in my blog about it.  Using Blogsvertise will… Continue reading Blogsvertise

Thirteen things I la la la LOVE These things that I la la la love aren’t necessarily the things I love most. I’m not involving people because that would fill it all up alone! 1. A good cup of coffee. It’s gotta be strong and it’s gotta have cream. No sugar! 2. New stationary. I… Continue reading Thursday Thirteen #4

I can’t stand Isaac right now. The nerve of what he’s doing, the manipulation in it all. He’s just being so doggone precious and I’ve had enough. He is truly sublime and it’s just too much to cope with. Even as I type he’s happily cooing away in the bouncy chair. Can you believe it… Continue reading An Abomination

Ever notice how moist and damp life becomes after having babies? There’s a million damp situations to deal with every day. Pee, leaking pee, peeing during a diaper change, spit up, wet breast pads, sloppy nursers getting milk everywhere, spurting breasts all over the babies face when they take the latch off, drool, mystery wet… Continue reading Moist

Walls slowly closing in, losing my mind. Can’t fit life into 500 square feet.  Wanting my own things, getting kinda sad.  WANTING TO FREAK OUT!! Am I just spoiled or am I normal for almost losing my mind in this situation?  I’m slowly getting more unhappy in this dwelling.  I feel bad for feeling unhappy… Continue reading Closing In

Someone has read my blog and contacted me about my excess nipple problem.  He’s doing a documentary in the UK about superfluous nipples and is very interested in my lactating one.  We’ve worked it out and my lactating nipple in my armpit is  coming soon to a theatre near you.  Well no it wont be… Continue reading The Nipple Meets Fame