Oh the stress...

Ok, is there anything in the world that is remotely more stressful than organising a birthday party for your child? You want it to be stylish, but also playful. You need to stay in budget, you need to cater for the vegetarians, the gluten-free, the lactose intolerant... etc etc ETC. I have finally decided on a rooftop BBQ for an intimate group of 20-25 people, with an animal safari theme, given Baby M's passion for lions and tigers and all things colourful. This sounds great, except when I start looking into inspiration online, I start to develop party envy. I never knew this was possible, but I am starting to dream of 3 tier cakes, and lollipop islands, and hiring a flame twirler. Seriously, need to cut up my credit card. TODAY

4 months on....

I can hardly believe that it has been 4 months since I left London. After the hottest day on record in Sydney today (46 degrees), I can almost say that I miss the cold. Until of course, I open the Evening Standard homepage to see snow falling on Lambeth Bridge and remember waiting for the 242 outside of Liverpool Street Station...maybe not
The last 4 months have been a complete whirlwind. A treadmill. An endless quest to put in place the structures and foundations of our life. But boy has it been fun!
For the first time in almost 18 months, I find myself going to parties with my other half, sitting on the beach, doing the bayrun every weekend and eating brunch at any of the dozens of cafes in Balmain.
But certainly, there is a price to pay. The life of a working mama means that all of the fun stuff comes at a high cost. Stepping out of the door every morning is a constant marathon. Is this really what it means to be an adult? Feeling major empathy for my own parents these days. Nevertheless, the time I spend working, only makes me appreciate the beauty of my family. The giggles of my (almost!) one year old, the amazing meals my husband cooks for me, the support and love of my mother and father... it is all worth it. Sydney is all smiles :)