Walking home from school drop-off post night shift and I just hallucinated that possum poos were crawling across the footpath.

Bed beckons.

Ten year old: "Mum, I'm going to be studying. I don't have any homework... I'm just doing something that you can't know."

*disappears to study*

I was just calmly waiting in a bus shelter and someone in a passing car looked at me, then lowered her window to shout "I love your trousers!"

I shouted back "I MADE THEM!" probably a little bit too loud for a suburban street but wow, the high is unparalleled.

Just did my first 30x50m laps since having COVID last year.

I most definitely have had some sort of long COVID and it was hard to see at a time of very intense work hours and life in general, but now I'm out of it I can see how unwell I actually was.

It is extremely nice to be back.

It's 27 degrees and my sweat glands are growing their own sweat glands because I can't sweat hard enough in this humidity.

Shoutout to the broody high schooler who just walked past me in a heavy fleece vest, a level of chaos I could only dream of reaching.

I don't get heaps of days off and all too often they're used for sleep after a night shift.

But today I managed a 30km bike ride, breakfast with friends, taking my kid to the library, an excellent lunch, afternoon tea/drinks/knife sharpening that included baby cuddles (well separated from the knives, I promise) and now a rocking cauliflower curry.

Good days off are so incredibly restorative.

When you're out at a gig and you pause to use the facilities and you hear a "chk-chk chk-chk" sound that is familiar mostly to lactation consultants and then you just feel sad that someone is using a breast pump in the toilets.

People can use them anywhere they're legally allowed to be and if you make them feel bad about it then you're a terrible human.

#breastfeeding #breastmilk #humanmilk #pumping #powerpump

Turns out I *can* eat trifle for breakfast.

Dream, believe, achieve 🏆