Astro Boy

Took Lulu to city today. Planned to see Astro Boy, which we did, though left once Lulu finished box of popcorn and became bored. While formulaic and predictable, kind of peeved I missed the end. Bought Space bags from Howard's Storage World to improve mood. Have very much enjoyed reading their in-house magazine, In Place. Have fantasy of organising wardrobe/life. Will soon have home Howard would be proud of.

Complete strangers in city super nice to us on account of Lulu being gorgeous. Although, strange lady at train station told me I had better hurry up and have another kid and that I should have two girls and two boys. She said I don't have much time as Lulu will soon be too big to warrant extra siblings. Think Lulu is amazing but don't want any more kids. Have occasional bouts of self-loathing/guilt due to lack of overriding maternal desire, but then feel relieved that I am not preggers. Still have flash-backs to time I begged pharmacist for Morning After Pill four days after unprotected sex. Almost had panic attack when she wouldn't give it to me. Thankfully, not very fertile and didn't get knocked up anyway.

Armed and dangerous

Noticed large hole in crotch of pants while riding bike to work. Lucky was wearing knickers same colour as split trousers. Particularly precarious situation as husband removed baby seat from back of bike and therefore had to balance laptop bag and regular bag on handlebars of bicycle.

Not sure why husband decided he wanted seat on the back of his bike instead of mine. Daughter was not overly enthusiastic about whole affair - especially when bike almost fell over as husband tried to mount it. Just before heading off on 'life-be-in-it' style family bike ride child said, 'I don't want to go anymore' and had that horrified expression only a three year old can muster.

Very sweaty thanks to 99c 'vintage' ebay shirt that appears to be 100% polyester. Shall be forever known as smelly, sweaty mother with hole in pants who cycles with inappropriate amount of baggage.

You can exercise anywhere

Tried Mummy/baby yoga of couple times when my daughter was first born. Was ineffective due to baby who cried every time I put her on the floor in order to achieve bliss, harmony and downward dog. Felt ashamed when had to feed my baby from bottle due to low milk supply. A particularly daunting act in organic yoga environment. Gave up. The $15 class cost was better spent on latte and cake or cheap manicure at Vietnamese nail salon.

Morning exercise Mum is more a buff Madonna-esque type, taking her toddlers to the playground every morning while she uses the equipment like a gym circuit. Today I watched her from my daughter's bedroom window. Had a particularly self-satisfied chuckle as she did squats on the pretend surfboard. Her children, however, avoid the play equipment at all cost. Probably think it's for grown ups only. Reminds me of this book I once owned called, I can exercise any where. Had particularly handy hints for how to burn calories while standing in queue at the Supermarket. Must try and dig that one up.

Kicking and punching

D back from Scienceworks today. Pissed off because friend's son would not play with W. Says friend's son is probably autistic as he not only has no interest in playing with W, but enjoys wriggling his fingers in front of his face for hours on end. D, also hormonal after being inseminated with sperm in attempt to breed second child. Bad combination.

D still fuming from when a different friend told her that W appeared to be an ADHD sufferer. Personally, I too have my suspicions. W came to our house today as he is Lulu's friend. Went crazy because Lulu had frog eggcup and he had Humpty Dumpty. Then he started kicking and punching her like someone not in control of his emotions. Disturbing.