Best, worst and a song I can't get out of my head


Look, I can see the weekend and I like it, in fact I’d go so far as to say I need it.  But before we cruise into Saturday let’s recap what has been happening on Mamamia this week.

It’s been an eye opening week for me, just last week I knew nothing about coal seam gas. I thought I had till he was 12 to talk to my son about sex and I thought I would never see Princess Diana on a magazine cover again. This week I know different.

I also learned a bit about how my parent’s generation cooked and  the 10 most common passwords and er, orange juice production. I had my preconceptions challenged and thought about how soon is too soon.

I reminisced about Judy Blume, read about labiaplasty, thought hard about one woman’s family choice and sympathised with Mia’s packing disaster.

I’ve also had a laugh at all the things Rick has learned.  I hope some of it was thanks to me.


I cannot lie.  I read this post, er, more than once. Or even twice.

If you are after what’s been happening at Mamamia HQ –  this is the post you are looking for.

And if you are after a bit of video entertainment you wont be let down here, here and here.

Finally, to grab some style inspiration, we flicked through a great gallery of airport fashion.

And now for the oldest of Mamamia traditions – the best and the worst of our week.  Remember that this is YOUR post, use it as you will – there is nothing too trivial to celebrate over or to mourn about, nothing too big or small that it cannot be shared. This is the post where the Mamamia community shows its real heart, so settle in, get ready to let it all out and remember that sometimes just sharing your story or having someone listen to yours can really ease the burden.

I’ll start..

Best: I went to Melbourne last weekend, stayed in the swishest hotel and caught up with my oldest and closest friend.  Our relationship is comfortable and uncomplicated – we don’t see or even speak to each other very often but when we do it is like we were never apart.  She is like a drug – I  need a fix every now and again to feel warm, happy and comforted.  I realise how lucky I am. Really I do

Worst: School holidays and the frantic organising that goes into ensuring that both Ethan and I are happy and stimulated . I’m still getting into the work/child routine  (I worked from home for the first 8 years of my son’s life) and while I love everything about my working life and the fact that I still get to pick Ethan up from school every day (how lucky am I?) I still find holidays HARD.  I find myself apologising a lot.  To my son, to Mia.  And to my husband.  Whoever said you could have it all did not say it during school holidays.

How was your week? What were your highs and lows?

And what is the song you can’t get out of your head. This is mine….

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