A new update in my series to prove bloggers, instagrammers, facebook users, tweeters ... have less than perfect lives despite accusations of only sharing the perfect moments of their lives. Here goes with my ongoing confessions to a not so perfect life:

This week one load of washing was 'washed' three times and 'rinsed' twice before it got hung out - in fairness 2 washes and a rinse were because S decided to be helpful and put my orangey red scarf in with the blacks. Cue red fibres on everything!

I have a pile of bedding (quilts, pillows, throws etc) sitting in our entry hall waiting to be vac-bagged and put away. I will get around to this one day... or maybe one week is more accurate.

I would happily eat mac & cheese every night because a) I like it, b) I couldn't be bothered thinking of what else to cook.

I gave E a cup of lite milk with his breakfast one day this week ... we ran out of the whole milk he normally has and I couldn't get to the shops till later.

I bought overripe bananas to bake with then forgot about them/never got around to it then insisted S use them and bake muffins while I was at work even though a) he has never EVER baked anything b) I didn't even have a recipe ... I told him to google. Luckily he humours me when pregnant and went ahead and baked banana sultana muffins - hooray, someone else in the house to make the sweets.

I pretend to pour drops of my drink (juice, soft drink etc) into E's cup to avoid tantrums.

I used pregnancy to get out of a dinner invite but insisted S go ... and I'm excited for a quiet night in and microwave popcorn for dinner ...once I get E down for bed of course.

I adore my boy and my husband more than anything and value every second I have with them but right now my idea of heaven is a weekend at a hotel on my own ... This may be because B2 and the soon to be realitity of two under two is getting closer and closer.

As I've posted before, bloggers, instagrammers, facebook users, tweeters ... are all accused of only sharing the perfect moments of their lives so here goes with my ongoing confessions to a not so perfect life:


Ethan watches TV ... 'watching' might be an exaggeration but he does like to have ABC Kids on in the morning for background and a little bit of In the Night Garden before bed.

I rely on baby food pouches when all else fails and E is refusing anything I put in front of him. He sucks those things down the way I enjoy(ed) a glass of wine after work.

You can often find E running around the playroom or yard 'nakey' or in just a nappy on a Saturday afternoon. Its hot, he's messy and I get sick of the washing.

My sheets have sat in the laundry all week waiting to be put through the wash. Lucky I have 5 sets... this may also be why I'm so slow to get around to washing them.

It took 2 days for the dishwasher to be unpacked this week. Lucky I have a lot of dinnerware and cutlery too.

I'm not above bribery ... if 'tanas (sultanas) get him to lay still for nappy changes then Ethan can have 'tanas to his heart's content.

I haven't flossed at all this week and have only washed my hair once.

I left my bins out after rubbish collection for 2 days ... well actually, I can blame Scott for this as its really his job to bring them in.

I look forward to silence in the car on the way to work some mornings and press ignore if anyone calls me some days. Sometimes its the only peace I get for the week.

I have feigned an 'important' task (think bathroom stop, phone call ...) to avoid changing E's dirty nappy when S is around. I don't do this often but just admitting I have done it - only when S is around and its still changed straight away.

We eat frozen veggies for dinner as much as we eat fresh ... those Heinz microwave steamer bags just make life far too easy.

I ate 2 Twix ice cream bars for dessert last night and KFC for lunch yesterday.

It took me 6 weeks to remove and repaint my toenails - I just kept painting over as 'touch-ups' during that time.

I have sat on the floor and cried while he is crying ... sometimes those tantrums all get too much and push me to my limits as well. Tears are cleansing and cathartic.

I am THAT mum that has to check on Ethan regularly while he sleeps to make sure he is still breathing. I have been known to even give him a little poke to be sure ... thankfully I think I've only woken him twice maybe.

I watched this season of Big Brother (and I was sad Tahan didn't win). I love some reality trash and since we cancelled our Foxtel (soon to be reinstated through TBox), free to air reality was my only option.


That's just a few  in the interests of 'keeping it real'.

Bloggers, instagrammers, facebook users, tweeters ... are all accused of only sharing the perfect moments of their lives so here goes with my confessions to a not so perfect life:

Ethan loves to bop along to Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines and knows the video clip by the first frame - I do change the channel when Miley Cyrus comes on though.

Ethan has a car DVD player and watches a rotation of Disney movies. My kid despises the car at the best of times and if this gives me even 10 minutes of concentration on the road and driving, I'm sold!

I love a glass of wine or two and yes, I have breastfed after a glass of wine.

Ethan licks the window, the floor and anything else he can reach with his tongue and no, my house is not spotless all the time (or even some of the time).

We turned Ethan from rear facing spot on 6 months despite me being an advocate for rear facing as long as possible. The positioning created more reflux pain for him and this made car travel a little more bearable.

We tried Ethan sleeping on his tummy from about two months (with breathing mats). Sometimes he settled, sometimes he didn't but he survived.

I don't iron ... ever! It gets hung up after washed and chances are if it needs ironing, Scott does it or it never gets worn again.

Our bed is lucky to be made 4 times a week ... and one of those days is by my mother in law (bless her).

I often forget to floss.. last night I realised its been a fortnight.

Some nights I just don't feel like cooking so E gets an omelette and we have toasted sandwiches (or a bag of microwave popcorn). It doesn't do any of us any harm.

I often have to rinse one load of washing 3 times before I get around to hanging it out.

That's just a few and I think I might start a regular confessions post in the interests of 'keeping it real'.