Oh god. It’s been a year since I exposed the shithouse presents available for Mums around the world and plunged
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Fuck You, Toilet Training.
I have been a mother for 1682 days. I have changed countless nappies, fully toilet trained one kid and am
Fuck You, Poopin’ Pup.
My oldest Womb Raider who is now 4 had the biggest meltdown I have ever seen the other day. I
Fuck You, THE END.
There have been a few anniversaries for me recently, but today marks 1 year since one of my most notorious
Fuck You, Bad Photos.
In the selfie age it’s hard to escape the fact that everyone holding a phone is holding a camera. The
Fuck You, Cuntry Road Fat Pants.
Oh man, Santa was good to me at Christmas time. He gave me 5 extra kilos of chub that I
Fuck You, small but insanely painful injuries.
It wouldn’t be Friday without some kind of drama to befall your friend Far Kew. But today I am wishing that
Fuck You, Christmas Shopping.
Oh my god. Where to fucking start. I know, Christmas shopping can suck the world’s biggest bag of dicks until
Fuck You, Elf on the Shelf.
When my first Womb Raider was born just over 4 years ago, this Elf on the Shelf phenomenon was really taking
Fuck You, Real Estate Ads.
I’m house hunting again, but this time for something to buy. And unfortunately because of the crazy marketplace here in
Fuck You, Saggy Boobs.
Once upon a time there were two glorious boobies who sat proudly atop my chest, pushing their flawless faces towards the
Fuck You, Slow Walkers.
Dear Slow Walkers I love that you like family time and feel the need to spread your entire clan six-across
Fuck You, Gastro.
Gastro is like the worst relationship you have ever had. One that you should never have gotten into in the
Fuck You, Smells of Parenthood.
Man I love my kids. I would die for them without a second thought. But far out, being a mum
Fuck You, Travelling With Kids.
I go back and forth between Sydney and Melbourne fairly often. Sometimes I get lucky and I don’t bring my
Duck You, Auto Correct.
Auto Correct, this thing is the bane of my ducking life. I rely on the word DUCK to write my
Fuck You, House Hunting.
As many of you know, I’ve been given the arse from my rental property in Melbourne and we need to
Fuck You, Costco.
This morning, once I shipped the kids off to daycare, I went to the bathroom where I knew I would
Fuck You, Indoor Play Centres.
I’m at the stage now where one of my kids is old enough to have proper friends and invitations to
Fuck You, Chicken Skin Handbag.
Fuck You, Chicken Skin Handbag. When my second womb raider was born I was delighted to find out I had
Fuck You, Bad Parkers.
I simply cannot deal with those who can’t park to save themselves. The Westfield’s of Australia have saved me some pain by installing
FUCK YOU Himalayan Black Salt
Having not grown up in the Himalayan mountains, I am unfamiliar with salt mines.I grew up with the big white