I love making people laugh. I try to see the funny side of things and Melbourne Mum is my place to welcome you to my sometimes self-deprecating, often batshit crazy place and hopefully leave you with a wet pelvic floor.
I am Kimberley, a mum, a writer. Trivia tragic. Foodie. F-bomb dropper. Maths geek who’s never met a spreadsheet she didn’t like. A word nerd who prefers Balderdash to Chess. Shutterbug. We try to live as sustainably and free-range as we can in inner-suburban Melbourne without chooks and with a bucketload of sparkling shiraz.
I’m a nomad and have lived in both Canada and Japan (I kept an ex-pat travel blog from 2002 but it was so “brilliant” that someone hacked and killed it last year). In 2009, my brain dropped the biggest brainfart of them all – a subarachnoid haemorrhage from a burst berry aneurysm. It’s amazing that a surgeon can cut a window in your skull, put a peg in a tiny blood vessel, then sew you back up like it never happened. In the hospital, I had an epiphany (tends to happen with a bucketload of morphine and titanium wedged in your brain, apparently), that I had to embrace every single day of my short life and couldn’t spend it trying to control the uncontrollable or taking life too seriously.
I am raising two spirited firecrackers, Scout (2006) and Inky (2010). I love them both desperately and in spite of all my imperfect episodes, they know they are loved.
I am decidedly non-crafty. I appreciate that this is a bit anathema, to be a blogger mum and non-crafty, but I have all the patience of a maniacal gnat. My creativity comes from writing, photography (I use iPhone and Canon 5D Mkii) and admiring Jensen Ackles’ backside.
I used to work in the squinty part of Human Resources that no-one understands, but now, I get all the drama I need at home and my inspiration from the crazy, weird and hilarious country of Parenthood.