Holy bread sticks batman, it's Wednesday again.

OK so I'm in denial about uni starting tomorrow.

I'm technically going into my second year and I'm studying two units a semester like I did last year and working three days a week around those hours.

My brain is NOT in study mode. Instead, my brain is in fuck-we-are-busy-at-work/ fuck-I need-to-suss-out-S's-second-birthday-party-and-baptism mode.

Pardon my French.

This semester I'm studying News and Power (le sigh, theory units are not my forte) and Print Features (yessss).

This morning S and I went to Chadstone where I bought $5 wellies from Kmart for S (new childcare rule, all children must have a spare pair of gum boots in their bag should there be a freak storm during play time, as happened yesterday) and two notebooks for me.

Off to the shops we pop. I'm currently doing the Fox in Flats 'Hot Pink Lip Dare'. I'm wearing Rimmel London No 220, 'Shocking Pink'. Love it!

Anyway. I will deal with uni tomorrow. But for now I HAVE to tell you about JRe aka my best friend and partner in crime who just moved to Melbourne.

As I previously blogged, JRe (Jennifer Reed, I shortened it to JRe years ago when JLo was cool. Was she ever cool? Yeah why not), moved to Melbourne and was staying with us until she found her feet.

It took her a week. Less than a week! Six days after she moved here she landed a saweet job, an amazing call back audition AND....THE MOST AMAZING SHARE HOUSE AND HOUSE MATES EVER!!

JRe has moved in with a very flamboyant gay couple and their pad is SO AWESOME. It's like a Disney castle with huge paintings of themselves in drag all over the walls. Oh and get this, they collect Barbie dolls. Not any Barbie dolls. I'm talking really rare, expensive and limited edition Barbie dolls. When I helped her move in, I felt like I had stepped into a dream.

I am so jealous. Now Peter Parker AND JRe have both lived with a gay couple and I haven't. I'm going to live through JRe.

Me: "Hi guys! It's just me again!"
Them: "Kate did you have your own key cut again? Hand it over! And WHY are you holding a painting of yourself dressed in drag and wrapped in a giant red bow? Go HOME to your family."

I can see the restraining order now.

Anywho. I'm going to treat myself to a bit of Sex and the City as S is now napping and I feel I have exceeded my domestic expectations today.

Laters. x

Sea change anyone?

Not yet.

Probably in two years after I graduate from university and probably have another bebe.

For years I have felt a yearning to return to the place of my birth. For a year or two tops (we will return to Australia for the bulk of the children's school years). I just reeeeally want to lurk outside of 10 Downing Street and hope that Hugh Grant really is the Prime Minister so I can wave my miniature Union Jack flag enthusiastically at him while squealing like a nine year old.

Plus we obviously have some legitimate reasons for upping and leaving.

I'm from Guildford in Surrey as per this map:


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Soooo.

Looking for tips from people who have moved continents with small children.

Not that we are leaving tomorrow!

But we are.

Eventually.

Probably in 2014.

The end of 2014.

Go on, have a peep!

So I'm involved in a little something called The Style Counsel Blog. Yes, the place where I earn a living, aka the oh-so-fabulous Style Counsel PR, has launched a BLOG! So have a look, see what it is I do at work.

Got to fly, we are flat out. Jamie Oliver and Dita Von Teese arrive next week you know.

It's been an interesting week.

So on Saturday I went to Catherine's antenatal class with her because my brother Joe couldn't make it. Navy business and what not. We watched a very graphic and hilarious 1980's Dutch birthing video which was dubbed so we could understand what was going on.

I got it.

Sorry S, you may not have siblings for a while.

Anyways.

After the class I took my dead iPhone to the Chadstone Apple store hoping to have it fixed for less than a few hundred dollars. Turns out I didn't actually kill it with boob sweat as I previously blogged. It died all on it's own, five months before the end of my contract (probably from too much social media-ing). So they upgraded me to a new one for FREEEE!!! Best ever! Thanks Apple peeps.

Apple did not ask me to write that.

Saturday night my bestest friend Jre arrived in Melbourne! To live! This is the first time we've lived in the same state in six years. She's been a Sydney-sider for six years. I've known her since we were four years old. Hooray!

Monday started out as a normal day. Cleaned the house, did some food shopping. Got home at 11am.

S suddenly and out of the blue developed a fever and had an atypical febrile convulsion. I thought she had died because she just slumped in the corner of the couch and became completely unresponsive.

Jre called an ambulance. 45 minutes later it turned up with three lovely and calm paramedics. I had remained in control until this point but as soon as they asked me what Sienna's name was, I lost it! Tears.

We were taken to Box Hill hospital where Peter Parker met us and five hours, one blood test, four examinations and a LOT of tantrums later, we were discharged with clear test results.

Scariest. Day. Of. My. Life.

S on the other hand was positively chipper when we got home. My little trooper bounced back as quickly as she had deteriorated.

S emptying my handbag all over the hospital bed. 

I took S to our lovely local GP this morning for further results and a check up and she's totally fine. My poor baby!!

Tomorrow I'm off to work and have been roped into a photo shoot. This should be interesting! As if I won't blog about it, I'm probably the biggest show pony you know.

Speaking of photos, here are a few fab ones from my day off work today with my Little Miss, the littlest love of my life and Jre, my bestest pal who was there for us when we needed her on Monday.

Babycino.

My S.

"No way!"
"Way."

Trying so hard to blow bubbles.

I'm gonna getcha!

Jumping!

Creeping out the neighbours.

Just realised we were all wearing the same outfit.

Great minds think alike.

I killed my iPhone with boob sweat.

Yes.

You read correctly.

I killed my iPhone with boob sweat, and here's how.

As I've previously blogged (and tweeted and facebooked), I have commenced a get-fit-in-2012 yoga and running campaign. On Wednesday evenings I go running around Albert Park Lake with my excellent real life friend, Kate.

Not last night but the night before, it was Wednesday. And it was hot. Hot and humid.


When I run I like to take my iPhone with me. I don't need it, I think it's just a Gen Y induced paranoia of being technologyless. I'm not much into fanny packs or arm bands so I put my iPhone in my bra.

Square boob! He he.

Anyways.

I started to run. And sweat.

I wanted to give up but Kate is so damn motivational  I kept on running through the warm, wet, humid evening.

Apparently iPhones aren't immune to boob sweat. And so I killed it dead.

I've been without my iPhone for two days now. I've gone through the denial phase. The silent desperation phase followed by withdrawal.

I have an appointment at the Chadstone Apple store genius bar tomorrow afternoon.

Please bring my phone back to life, geniuses! I promise I'll invest in a fanny pack!

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