The Chop Does Big School- Part Two. – RRSAHM

Tweet The Chop Does Big School- Part Two. by Lori Dwyer on February 4, 2013 · 7 comments I’m pleased to report– my little man absolutely rocked his first day at big school. He looked so cute and handsome and sweet in his new uniform, with his backpack almost as big as he is. And […]

The Nature of Grief, Part One. – RRSAHM

Tweet The Nature of Grief, Part One. by Lori Dwyer on February 22, 2012 · 17 comments Grief is such a bitch. I understand it now in a way I just never could in the Before. Tony’s nan, who he loved dearly and was very close to, passed away while Tony and I were together. […]

Temper. – RRSAHM

Tweet Temper. by Lori Dwyer on February 20, 2013 · 12 comments My son is screaming, his voice hoarse and occasionally choked with sobs. He’s kicking the door, punching it, grabbing the handle with such determined ferocity I have trouble holding it closed. It’s upsetting, of course- it’s always distressing to see your child in […]

Resisting The Temptation To Eat Your Children. – RRSAHM

Tweet Resisting The Temptation To Eat Your Children. by Lori Dwyer on March 5, 2013 · 7 comments I’d forgotten how completely, totally annoying three year old children can be. Especially when they’re your own children. It’s been two years since my son was preschool-aged, all temper tantrums and dramatics and stamping feet and grumpy […]

Coward – RRSAHM

Tweet Coward by Lori Dwyer on August 16, 2012 · 12 comments About ten years ago now, I had to have a cat I loved dearly euthanized. Her name was Tigger. She’d been bought for me when I was sixteen years old and struggling with the concept of anyone ever loving me. This tiny stripy […]

Dragons – RRSAHM

Tweet Dragons by Lori Dwyer on April 23, 2012 · 10 comments Where my son if often over–confident, too brave for a child of his years; my daughter can be timid, easily scared, wrapping tiny chubby arms around the curve of my neck when she’s afraid. On the outside, the Chop and the Bump seem […]

Salt – RRSAHM

Tweet Salt by Lori Dwyer on June 19, 2012 · 22 comments A tale of imperfect parenting… judge me if you dare. I wake up this morning to find my house covered in salt. It’s not a euphemism, nor poetic license or even attempted creativity- I’m being quite literal. Every surface in my home– floors, […]

Melted. – RRSAHM

Tweet Melted. by Lori Dwyer on April 3, 2012 · 15 comments Last week, I missed my children. I know that for some of you, that translated into “Blah, blah, blah…” Parents miss their children, that’s the way it’s meant to be. It’s quite likely a biological thing… if you didn’t miss them, you may […]

All Cars Are Girls – RRSAHM

Tweet All Cars Are Girls by Lori Dwyer on January 22, 2013 · 6 comments You’ll have to forgive me. this post-really has taken a long time to write. I have no good excuse for that, except perhaps that bubble I was waffling on about yesterday. Which, when I think about it, is actually a […]

February 2013 – RRSAHM

February 2013 A Prayer For My Daughter. by Lori Dwyer on February 27, 2013 · 8 comments Unashamedly inspired by Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter. She did it better.  *** A quick, quiet prayer to whoever may be in charge, regarding my sweet, fairy daughter. If it be within the keeping of your (admittedly […]

February 2013 – RRSAHM

February 2013 A Prayer For My Daughter. by Lori Dwyer on February 27, 2013 · 8 comments Unashamedly inspired by Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter. She did it better.  *** A quick, quiet prayer to whoever may be in charge, regarding my sweet, fairy daughter. If it be within the keeping of your (admittedly […]

Cat. – RRSAHM

Tweet Cat. by Lori Dwyer on August 24, 2012 · 14 comments “Our cat has got no name, We simply call him Cat. He doesn’t seem to blame anyone for that.” A verse from a half-remembered poem I read as a child that still goes round and round in my mind sometimes. Mr Tree the […]

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Search: label/stupid things lori does The Cure To Having Too Much To Do (and two very cute Santas). by Lori Dwyer on November 23, 2012 · 4 comments Hotel rooms are perfect for suspending reality. I stayed in the Palais Royale hotel at Katoomba last weekend, thanks to hotels.com and their Welcome Rewards program- it’s […]

How To Pretend To Be A Craft Blogger. – RRSAHM

Tweet How To Pretend To Be A Craft Blogger. by Lori Dwyer on August 13, 2012 · 12 comments How to pretend to be good at craft.  Bought to you by Lori, the self–confessed un–crafty blogger. Step One: Go to the Canon PIXMA Printables site. Step Two: Assess your patience level for the following factors… […]

Brave, Part One – RRSAHM

Tweet Brave, Part One by Lori Dwyer on April 18, 2012 · 7 comments My son is the bravest child I know. Don’t get me wrong– most kids are infinitely brave, far more fierce than adults when it comes to anticipating pain and accepting the realities of life. I worked as an entertainer at the […]

November 2012 – RRSAHM

November 2012 The PatchWork Hospital- Blue Mountains, Part One. by Lori Dwyer on November 27, 2012 · 11 comments I tell my mate Auntie Mickey that I’m going urban exploring for the weekend in the mysterious, romantic, somewhat gothic Blue Mountains and she’s almost as excited as I am. “You have to go to this […]

Maybe Not – RRSAHM

Tweet Maybe Not by Lori Dwyer on September 14, 2012 · 6 comments “You met me at a very strange time in my life.” Fight Club *** ‘How do you explain to a kid the sensation of splitting your mind at the seams, so that every scent and sight left an imprint? How do you […]

Happy Birthday Fairy Girl – RRSAHM

Tweet Happy Birthday Fairy Girl by Lori Dwyer on September 25, 2012 · 1 comment It was my Bumpy girl’s third birthday last week. We had a fairy afternoon tea party in our fairy garden and princess was very much in her element, running around in her sparkly, glittery, synthetic finest, the garden afloat with […]

December 2012 – RRSAHM

December 2012 F*ck Christmas. by Lori Dwyer on December 26, 2012 · 9 comments Sometimes, for all my self awareness and ability to look things in the face… avoidance is the only way to cope. I don’t even realize I’m avoiding Christmas until it’s right on top of me, suffocating me with it’s false pretense […]

The Fashionista – RRSAHM

Tweet The Fashionista by Lori Dwyer on February 16, 2013 · 10 comments The Bumpy Fashionista. Many, many moons ago I wrote a blog post (the last blog post, actually, before the whole world changed for good) confessing my anti–fashionista status. Complete with embarrassing photo. Not an awful lot has changed, really. I’m still a […]

The Fashionista – RRSAHM

Tweet The Fashionista by Lori Dwyer on February 16, 2013 · 10 comments The Bumpy Fashionista. Many, many moons ago I wrote a blog post (the last blog post, actually, before the whole world changed for good) confessing my anti–fashionista status. Complete with embarrassing photo. Not an awful lot has changed, really. I’m still a […]

F*ck Christmas. – RRSAHM

Tweet F*ck Christmas. by Lori Dwyer on December 26, 2012 · 9 comments Sometimes, for all my self awareness and ability to look things in the face… avoidance is the only way to cope. I don’t even realize I’m avoiding Christmas until it’s right on top of me, suffocating me with it’s false pretense of […]

Memory Is A Subjective Matter, Part One – RRSAHM

Tweet Memory Is A Subjective Matter, Part One by Lori Dwyer on August 29, 2012 · 4 comments Memories are such subjective things. We alter and taint them, often to our own advantage. The earlier the experience that created the memory or the deeper into your childhood you’re reminiscing over, the more the memory is […]

We Do OK. – RRSAHM

Tweet We Do OK. by Lori Dwyer on September 24, 2012 · 5 comments My son is almost five years old. It’s been a while since I’ve witnessed him suffer a temper tantrum of a Force Ten velocity. I can attribute that to him growing older, I guess, but I think it’s a cruelly inverse […]

Sucking. – RRSAHM

Tweet Sucking. by Lori Dwyer on October 7, 2012 · 14 comments There are so many facets of this single parenting gig that suck some serious arse. I hate that my children wear the brunt of my frustration with the way hours pass by and whole days fade into midnight. Minutes feel like melted butter […]