Working at home with the kid(s). Sounds good in theory doesn’t it? Manage your own hours, be your own boss, start an empire… Then all those lofty ambitions come crashing down when you realise you do have a boss. A very demanding, needy, bossy (and lovable) boss: your child(ren). Not to mention the countless distractions… Continue reading WAHM Life Rollercoaster
So I am back! Back from an amazing weekend away in the Hunter Valley. Yup, remember a couple of weeks back I was heading away from Mr 3 for the FIRST TIME EVER in three years for a an old mates 40th girls weekend?? Well, I am pleased to announce that everyone survived and had… Continue reading All’s well that ends well…
So here is one of the great mysteries of the parenting world. The amount of sand one small(ish) toddler shoe can collect and hold. Seriously. Mr 3 and I do quite a bit of hanging out at the beach and parks with sandpits. I’m actually surprised there is any sand left at any of these… Continue reading Sandy Shoes
Do you market? Many of us in the handmade space use markets as one of our key selling platforms. As a relatively new business, I am continuing to try various markets to see if I can find the best “fit” for my products and target audience. In the lead up to a market I try… Continue reading Market Creep
So, the woman behind Mushiyaki Sews (that would be moi!) is being featured over on the mummalifelovebaby blog! If you’d like to hear about how our Mr 3 came into the world, click on the link to read My Real Birth Story – its a pretty good read if I do say so myself. If… Continue reading I’m being featured!
Do you ever say to yourself (or your other half) “Tonight I’m having an early night!” I do, all the time, however said early night rarely eventuates… As a WAHM there just seems to be a million and one things to get done, many of which don’t happen during the day because your little people… Continue reading Chasing an early bedtime
Ok, so I know “laundry” is an American phrase but lets face it – “The Neverending Washing” just doesn’t have the same ring to it (neither does “The Neverending Trip To The Hills Hoist”). Yet another basket full of unfolded washing leers at me from the corner as I type… How is it that the… Continue reading The Neverending Laundry….