Walking home from school drop-off post night shift and I just hallucinated that possum poos were crawling across the footpath.
Bed beckons.
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.
Does this fit?
Tawia, Susan, Cate Bailey, Elizabeth McGuire, and Jennifer James. "Breastfeeding: Australian Breastfeeding Association volunteers are positive deviants in Australian society." Women and Birth 33, no. 4 (2020): e385-e390.
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.