I used to be obsessed with my weight. I thought skinny was beautiful.
My least favourite part of being a mum was losing the baby weight.
Then a few years ago I had a cancer scare, I found a lump on my breast. I was so scared that I wouldn't be granted the privilege to raise these perfect children of mine. That week, I couldn't eat yet my weight was the furthest thing from my mind. When the doctor told me it was a cyst and not cancer I was flooded with relief. I grabbed my kids so tightly and we all went out for a huge lunch with loads of food and hugs and laughter.. I was embarrassed for placing so much importance on my weight for so many years.
Now I realise that not losing your baby weight isn't a sign of letting go, it's a sign that this Queen has evolved, she's realised that life is not about a number on a scale, happiness is about gratitude and love and the privilege that is life.
You work 24 hours a day and get asked why you don't work....
Your toddler actually ate dog shit yesterday yet won't even try a meal that you slaved away to make him....
Your never ever alone yet you always feel a bit lonely..
You haven't enjoyed a meal in years but your gaining wait from eating scraps....
You're always busy and always bored...
You feel resentful and exhausted and hard done by while head over heels in love....
You stare at your sleeping child and the most romantic man you know, the one you chose to spend your life with appears scratching his nuts while telling you 'now is a good time for a root'
Everyone is uploading photos of themselves and their new families frolicking and holding hands in fields while you're locking bathroom door drinking beer in the shower loathing the reflection of your dread locking pubes in the foggy mirror..
You spend your whole day wanting some space from the very people that you never want to leave...
It's so confusing because you wouldn't change a single thing. 💗👑
RIP young Patrick Cronin. Killed by a COWARDS PUNCH- not 'one punch' or a 'king hit' as being reported in the media. This poor beautiful young bloke who had never been in a fight in his whole life was trying to break one up and then hit from the side with a cowards punch. My heart goes out to his family and friends, and most of all to this young lad Pat who had it all in front of him and died trying to stop something bad happening. The term 'one punch' is as glorifying as 'a king hit' in my opinion. Part of what I've been trying to do for years is to attach a very negative stigma to this horrible offence in a bid to deter people from being branded a coward. Other campaigns are coming from the right place and doing a great job but the wording needs changing. Bloody waste of a great young blokes life. See u on the flip side young fella. Peace Greeny
Boar hunting is NOT illegal. These hunters and their highly trained dogs help to protect Australian native animals from an introduced pest. He put himself in the Roos space to distract it from the dog. Not to attack it. The kangaroo positioned itself perfectly to launch an attack on him and as a last resort, he defended himself. #GetOffYourHighHorseYouMightHurtItsBack
To all of my Queens who have or are about to have a baby. I get a lot of messages from miserable Queens after having babies. It's not easy to be in a depressing situation without getting depression. So together I think we need to make parenthood less depressing. Having had 4 babies, 2 psychologists, 1 marriage counsellor, severe anxiety, 4 break ups and makes ups... I am in the position to offer this advice. Socialise. Please. Above cleaning, above cooking, above everything. Because face to face contact is free therapy, a laugh and a coffee or walk saved me, even on days that I did not want to, I followed my psychologists advice and forced myself to. Placing a new 24 hour job between 2 parents is going to cause friction, it just is. When we get stressed we blame each other. But the working parent is able to walk out the door and distract themselves, kick goals at work, have a chat and just generally feel like a normal human with a purpose, where as the at home parent is home is left to dwell on the argument and maximise everything that was said so by the time the worker comes home he is normal and wifey is a crazed lunatic who has packed her bags and is selling the house. That's not fair. It's not fair that we get the word "depression" thrown at us when we don't have the opportunity to heal in these four walls. You deserve a life despite becoming a mum. You have 2 huge responsibilities, keeping your baby safe and happy and taking care of your mental health. Everything else can wait. If anyone questions that explain that socialising is your mental health plan, we all need a mental plan, parenthood should come with one. Walk out that door and call a Queen, even if you barley know her. Talk openly, bitch about the dickhead you married, cry about your lack of sleep, laugh at the state of the house you just walked out of. Just do it. Stop cancelling on your friends, cancel everything else, not friends. You will feel healed. You might even love your partner more.
Remember Queens, parenthoods most vital tool is your happiness.
I'm 'the other sister'. Hilde. I've hijacked this page with Connie. Sam thinks he's on a spontaneous fishing trip with his best friend right now. Gus is under strict instructions to keep Sam offline for 48 hours and apparently he has welcomed the chance. Here goes nothing!
When anyone dares mention the Logies to Sam, he pontificates "It's not about the trophies" and starts talking about making it less about him and more about Connie. He's obsessed with getting behind her 5c world record, as he ought. He feels over-acknowledged. But I'm actually the person who suggested to Molly that Sam would be the perfect fit for the role. I've known Molly for 13 years, and Sam did one hell of a job. Me and Moll both think so.
But Sam's not seeing it so I'm calling it. It's easier to say sorry than ask for permission. And I'm nine years older so I've got rank anyway, always have had with Sam. I know he'll have to accept this because ultimately, Love Your Sister would benefit too greatly were he to win a Logie and it would help us all get to the $10M sooner, which is what every cancer patient needs and what we in this family all strive for. He can sulk all he likes, he can feel betrayed, but he'll know I'm right.
So we've got 48 hours until Sam turns his phone on and has an episode. Vote for the best actor this year and the best brother two sisters could hope for. A Logie for Sam AND a world record for Connie is just what Love Your Sister needs as far as I'm concerned. That is all.