Did it even happen if I didn't blog about it?

2019 & 2020 apparently flew past me so fast that for the first time in 10 years I didn't post a single blog. Not a day flies by that I don't wish time would slow down, the kids would stay little, I would have more time for everything.

I worked like crazy, threw the CG the best birthday ever, celebrated our friend's birthdays from Port Douglas to Newcastle, chased the winter sun in Bali, was reunited with old friends and made new ones in Germany, and spent long days on the beach welcoming in the new year.

Then 2020 arrived full of casual plans to do nothing much more than, oh, go on a wild girls trip to Coachella to celebrate my big birthday, recover in Hawaii with family and friends, skip over to France to celebrate my sister in law getting married in just your average chateau...

For future readers, if you don't know what happened in 2020, let's just summarise it as a once-in-a-hundred-year global pandemic that meant we locked down our borders and have essentially been unable to leave Australia for the last 12+ months. So suffice to say, the year of Coachella-Hawaii-France did not happen. Instead it was the year of Canberra-Umina-Newcastle, but hey, I'm not complaining given we have been pretty lucky on the pandemic front vs the rest of the world.

And then this happened - I became a mother of 3 just in time for mother's day.

Dubai, UAE

Hot tip: it’s extremely sweaty work visiting Dubai in summer with two kids you need to carry when they get tired. And when it’s 40+ degrees, they get tired pretty quickly.

Santorini, Greece

Know what kids love more than being made to stand in one place for an hour? Being made to stand in one place for an hour in the blazing hot sun, in a crowd of people all trying to get the best view of the famous Santorini sunset in front of you.

Mykonos, Greece

When your kids are 2 (not even) and 4, you’re really only travelling for yourself.

3 weeks with Wolfie & Wilder

We just got back from holidays and they already seem like a distant memory. It seems strange to say, but it was the longest continuous stretch of time I’ve ever spent with both kids. 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS! Man, it is hard work looking after your own kids every day.