Why Are We Here?
byWhy on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
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Why on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
The art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
Phones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
Mexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
You ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
I’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
This place is a little slice of heaven.
I wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
I love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
Riding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
One of my children has decided to reject my favourite and, by some accounts my best. recipe – the supermarket hot chook. And for the oddest reason…
We have a little problem. Or should I say an little problem.
My only excuse is homeschooling my children has consequences. Making them smarter appears to have dumbed me down.