On Australia Day 2017, it will be 2 years, 4 months and 14 days since William was abducted. Police believe William could still be alive, he could be anywhere. To assist in the search for William, this age progression photograph of what he might look like now at age 5 was commissioned by The Sunday Telegraph and developed by Dr Susan Hayes of the University of Wollongong. Please save this image on your phone and if you see a child you think may be William, please make the call to Crime Stoppers immediately on 1800 333 000. #OneMillionReasons, #BringHimHome, #BringWilliamHome, #MakeTheCall, #WheresWilliam, #NowsTheTime
At a party a few weeks ago, listening in on a conversation about *jenny* (the chick who's loving her life after resurrecting from a shit divorce)
Me, "what's she done?" Girl 1, "well ever since she split up with *Darren* she's been a really shit mum, she gets babysitters most weekends and goes out a lot" Girl 2, "and she's already introduced her kids to her new boyfriend, which must be so confusing for them" Girl 1, "I deleted her off face book, I don't want to know about it" Me, "what does *Darren* think?" Girl 3, "I don't think he knows, when he left *Jenny* for that other chick he moved over to Queensland but he pays child support.. Like every week" Me, "right... Did you delete him off Facebook?" Girl 1, "no I didn't want to get involved" Me, "right"
So just to recap, in the same year that Jenny gets dumped by her husband for another women she also loses her friends because they don't think she handled her whole world being turned upside the way that she was "supposed" to and despite working full time to support them, living for them, doing everything in her power to keep them secure and loved, getting a babysitter on the weekend and a new boyfriend makes her a shit mum.
Darren on the other hand who dumped his wifey for another women and runs away from his kids completely and is probably drinking cocktails by a pool somewhere with some weird as fuck new mid life crisis hair style is still good because he slings them $170 a week.. without fail...
Fact. I don't hate *Darren*, I don't know the full story and I have made some pretty bad decisions myself in my time too. I am simply pointing out that If Jenny did what *Darren* did she would have no friends and be outcasted from society.
Fact. *Jenny's* kids are fine, I called her up and went to see them all. They rock, they think babysitters once a week or fortnight are totally exciting and they love her new boyfriend who barely comes over because *Jenny* is too busy basically winning at life as a single mum.
Fact. A divorce is the time that Queens need each other the most. Sadly I hear too many Queens talking about how they lost a lot of their friends during their divorces.
To celebrate the relaunch of Mullaloo Beach Hotel we're giving away a one night stay for 6 adults in our Luxury Penthouse Ocean View Suite which includes a four course Champagne dinner for all 6 guests.
All you have to do, is view, like and share this video. Winner announced April 30th.
Gurrumul has just spent two days here at the Skinnyfish office and has asked us to send a Merry Christmas with this Amazing Grace video with Paul Kelly from The Gospel Album.
Next year sees his orchestral album, his film and other collaborations and surprises released to the public and we're really looking forward to sharing these with everyone. Have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New (enormously musical) Year for 2017!
Miranda Devine wrote a column called: "Don't let you career make you a bad Mother" in which she basically said that women who care about their jobs are selfish, she says motherhood is under fire and that the pay gap isn't real oh and women are preferring to selfishly work and then HAVE IVF BY CHOICE. I had some things to say about that...
Recently my friend told me that she heard a women say that she sees me on my laptop and phone all the time and how hard it must be for the kids to have a mum who works so much.
Defensively I reverted back to the fact that my children are well behaved and very loved and that's all that anyone needs to know.
Why am I constantly defending my rights to work?
While fathers are "putting food on the table" I am constantly criticised for my "choices"
When the truth is that working is not a choice for me. Work is a break from what I consider the hardest job in the world, motherhood.
And it's not supposed to be this hard.
I recently heard the statistic that mothers today are spending 65% more time with their children then they did 30 years ago.
Today we are expected to sleep with them, take them to swimming, school, volunteer at the school, teach them fucking French, read to them, let the baby lead the weaning, learn how to talk baby language.... Breast feed them until their 87, or stop straight away because we are creeps if we go beyond a year and on top of everything we are expected to be thin. Because you can totally see how a chubby mum certainly isn't giving her kids the best opportunities in life.
And what makes it worse? All jokes aside... wine doesn't help. Because anyone who's ever had a hangover with kids knows the full meaning of FML.
I work because I used to cry myself to sleep at the thought of being alone with my kids all for another whole day.
I work because the expectations put on my work will never even come close to the expectations put on me as a stay at home mother.
I work because I need financial freedom and not pocket money.
I work because I want my children to see me as a women who follows her dreams while meeting their needs.
I work because we don't live in a village anymore, we parent our kids alone and it's bloody lonely.
And I was one of those children, born 30 years ago who's mum spent 65% less time with and I turned out pretty fucking cool. I can't speak French but I know how to live and I know how to love in parallel.
And I work because I can love my kids more when I'm not overwhelmed by the consistency of living solely for them.
So if you see me at the park, on my laptop, writing or taking a call please come and say hi, create a village with me, laugh with me, meet my kids. Show me how you make not working work for you.
But please don't talk about me or my choices, because you'll never hear me doing that to you.
And we are seriously all in this together, just Queening away, trying to get by 💗👑