What’s the deal with plastic mamas?

Playgroup in my neck of the woods is changing. Gone are the slightly baby spew stained shirts, wrinkled pants and pony tails (Me, 18 months ago). Say hello to Jimmy Choo handbags, high heels, full faces of make up and a sprinkling of boob jobs and tummy tucks to round out the new scene.

All of this “show your best face to the world” consumer driven image teamed with a double-shot-sugar-free-vanilla-spiced-skinny-rice-milk latte in one hand  and an iPhone in the other.

Now, I’m not adverse to looking my best.

And God knows I love my coffee (my day doesn’t function without it!)

I diet. Yes, because I aim to be a good healthy role model and yes because I actually need to lose weight.

I workout, daily. For the reasons as listed above Plus my mental health requires endorphins.

I wear makeup, buy nice clothes and make an effort to feel good about how I look.

so this post is not coming from a place of “skinny hate” or “put-together-woman” contempt.

My post and the question behind it comes from a place of confusion.

What happened? When did things change so dramatically from our mothers era of interacting and enjoying our children? Because to be honest, I don’t know how much playing, interacting or (let’s be blunt) supervising can actually happen with Facebook feed occupying one side of your brain and gossipy stories taking up the other half of the brain.

Are some mamas getting  so caught up in looks, competition and vanity that they are forgetting how to enjoy their children?


Aspergers and Routine

Before we even had a diagnosis for Biddle, we discovered that the best way for us to operate was to have a routine.

Nothing overly strict or inflexible, just a comfortable predictability and flow to the day/week that gave her a sense of security and comfort. As the years have gone by we have tweaked the routine to suit our situation and Things ran reasonably smoothly.

After she was diagnosed with Asperger’s each different specialist has recommended tweaks to her routine and different ways of managing it. Some recommend strict adherence to avoid melt downs, others have recommended charts and lists and then we have one who has talked to us about having “no routine days and gently changing routine to help her adjust to changes that she has no control over (like not being able to go to the park because its raining)”.

All of these methods are valid and work brilliantly for different kids in different situations and on different points of the spectrum. It  has been a learning curve  for all of us as we have trialled new ideas and methods within our family.

“No routine” days don’t work for us. Not just because it doesn’t work for Biddle (meltdowns in Woolies are an event I will move heaven and earth to avoid, particularly in a small gossipy town like we live in), also because it leaves the rest of the family waving in the breeze. Her routines are as much a part of  us as they are Biddle, we become a tad lost without the direction!

Mum’s of kids with Aspergers: how do you deal with the routines? What works for you?


Removing the blogging cobwebs….

It has been a long time since I have thought about blogging…. properly.
By long, I mean years. Seven years to be exact. My how things have changed in the land of the blog in seven years!
I was an avid blogger back in the day… you know, “pre kids”. The days when sleep ins were the norm and I was able to pee without an audience.  When shopping for milk took five minutes and I would leave the store with… milk.
Now its 45min and I leave with milk, formula, some wipes because I cant remember how many are left, muesli bars for school lunch, a freddo frog and my sanity all packed away in a re-useable  enviro friendly bag made of hemp that was a guilt purchase to support a cause I wish I had more time to read about, but the leaflet will most likely end up as paper for the kids to draw on somewhere down the track…
I have been back and written some half arse stuff. Weightloss, kids, sanity.
My heart wasnt in it and I didnt continue. My passion for writing was overridden by exhaustion (two kids with sleep issues, an interstate move and a hubby away more than he’s home tends to do that to a girl!) and the need to get the basics of life done.

My passion for writing didn’t disappear whilst I was adjusting to motherhood. It sat quietly in a part of my soul I have been to tired to access, the part that holds my love of arts, crafts, campaigning, writing, reading. The things I deemed a luxury that I didn’t have time for. Or more accurately didn’t make time for.
So what has brought it bobbing to the surface? Why now?
Well, this is why now……

Biddle's first book.

Biddle’s first book.

My six year old daughter Biddle, brought me her first ever work of fiction. It is fantastic and I will treasure it for years to come because it represents her passion. She inherited my love of reading, writing, drawing and even sculpting despite rarely seeing me indulge in these loves.

Seeing her beautiful book reminded me of my first book. Which my Mum still has (so she says) and got me thinking about how much I want to get back into writing.
So I am starting small with a blog,  writing about what I know. Nappy rash, feeding kids clean food (aka: hiding veggies), working out to shift baby weight 18 months after giving birth, Autism Spectrum Disorder, Sensory Processing disorder,moving, chaos, teething, cleaning and just stuff in general.

I cant promise it will be riveting. Or always amusing. But it will be me.

Thanks for joining me!