Wow, long time between posts

I just thought I would break my blogging drought to celebrate finishing a book that has been in my "current reading" pile for about two years.

The Autograph Man - is the second novel by Zadie Smith, she of White Teeth fame. I loved White Teeth but by gums The Autograph Man is a different, really very uninteresting, kettle of fish. It may just be that I have had a baby and as such have no brain anymore but I am unable to enjoy novels with unsympathetic protagonists. I think that when I read books I like to identify with lives that aren't mine and I find it difficult to enjoy when the main character is a whingy, self-centred pain in the ass. I may of course be a whingy, self-centered pain but I certainly don't want to read stories based on it.

It was also very worthy and had lots of information about Judaism.

I freaking hate job interviews. Well I don't hate the interview per se because I have no problem chatting on about how awesome I am and how fab I am to work with. But I hate the waiting around afterwards to find out if I have got the job and I am currently waiting on two! One which promised to let me know BEFORE CHRISTMAS - I realise that this probably means that I haven't gotten the role but I did email to check and they said that they haven't made up thier minds yet. Come on people, how hard can it be. You either want to work with me or someone else as you advertised the role. So that means you know you want someone at least.

I also hate that job interviews aren't even about who has the best skills. I learnt that sometimes you just have to go with who feels right. So I can sell myself and my abilities but they may go for someone else who happened to wear red that day, or said a funny joke.

The one I went for yesterday I really, really want. So of course that means I won't get it. le sigh.

In other news I have three days of childcare for the beast, but no job to cover the costs. I just had to take the childcare and hope that a job would be forthcoming otherwise I will go back on the waiting lists. I have been on the waiting lists for over a year and have got only one day at any of the twelve local child care centres. The other days are with a family.

Having children makes life very difficult really especially since our beast woke up at 4.45 again this morning. Doesn't she know that sleep is good.

Other peoples kids

Yesterday I was in the library and was reading little Miss Z a book. Another child came up to us and said hello and then wanted to read our book. She tried to take it out of my hands and I ended up having a book tussle with a four year old. Not my finest hour. I have been thinking about it and wondering if I should have given her the book, or should have held onto it or even if her Mum (who was right next to us) should have done a bit more. I ended up feeling like a big Mum type bully.

In other news my first craft project has gone quite well. I have made three gift bags and am really happy with them. I didn't have a pattern or anything but just started sewing. My first one I sewed the top together, which makes it very difficult to get any gifts inside, but the next two are beautiful. I am now going to make some big ones for xmas for the family and my next project is some cushions to brighten up the lounge room.

Budgeting blah

After a week of discussing our finances and attempting to get our one salary budget under control today I went to Bunnings. For a table. I came out with 10 plants, batteries, a bottle of baby paint, a table and some citronella candles. Way to stick to the budget huh.

I then went to the post office and thought I would stop in at KMart to see if they had an air mattress for this weekends camping trip and ended up spending $190.

My name is Killerrabbit and I am a shopping addict

Crafty me

I can't believe that after so many years of being staunchly anti-craft I have become slightly obssessed with the idea of sewing.

Just the idea of sewing at the moment as I don't have a sewing machine but enough that I am obssessively looking at patterns, going into my local material shops and bidding like crazy on ebay to get a sewing machine. I have also booked into a basic sewing class, which takes me through exciting things like threading a bobbin etc. The first and only sewing project I have ever made was an apron in Year 8. It was a very nice apron and I didn't make a terrible job of it but I was never a Home Economics type kid at school.

Do you think it is a symptom of me being a SAHM at the moment? My first inspiration was making little Miss Z some outfits - like how hard can it be. Baby clothes are ridiculously expensive. I was in a local top end clothes store and they were selling baby skirts for $75. There was barely any material in it. People are just having a laugh.

Seriously, how hard can this be?













$90! For a one year old.

Funky presents

Here is little miss punk rocker. She has the most gorgeous tutu made by a dear friend, and her skull shirt and shoes. Also present is her new camera smile, slightly wierd. I don't know where it came from.

Here is the camera smile in greater detail....

Now while she is still super cute in my eyes, her new fake camera smile is a bit wierd. I wonder where she gets it from.

Over a year ago

I was a fully working woman. Gainfully employed and trying to make a difference for young people in Australia. Now I am a SAHM (stay at home mum for those who don't follow mommy blogs) and trying to make a difference in the life of one young person in particular. I suppose that if I do a good enough job she won't end up needing the services of my old oganisation so there is some synergy. I do miss the mental stimulation, especially when we are having a bit of a difficult day.

Yesterday was a difficult day, for example, with little Miss Z being upset if I walked into the next room, and generally being very grumpy and whingy all day. And she woke up at 4.30am. At least at work if things were going badly I knew how to fix them. I couldn't do anything for Miss Z aside from carry her around and take her for lots of walks. Really with all this baby related exercise I should be a lot more yummy mummy, rather than tummy mummy. Today is going well though and to celebrate I am going for a picnic and maybe going to buy myself a new bra. I have been breastfeeding for over a year now and I brought myself two nursing bras when she was a month or so and they have seen a bit of use in the past year. Maybe with my new bras I will be much more yummy mummy.










I call it the power of hot lingerie.