Clancy Briggs | Stay at Home Mum - Survive and Thrive on One Wage

Clancy Briggs

Sweating the Sweet Stuff

Sweating the Sweet Stuff I have a confession to make. For the last 15 years, I have been having a love affair. A deep, unrequited love affair. He is small and dark and smooth and always wears a smile. He waits for me every day in the same spot, innocently placed in public eye, calling to me to pick him up and take him home, although we rarely ever make it back to my house. No one else can compare,...
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Dads

Dads I am full of praise for my fellow Mums, but what about the Dads? There is a common question amongst those who take the time to read about my struggles as an “effective” parent. The answer has always been the same: “I want to write nice things about Dads. So when my children’s father stops pissing me off and gives me something good to write, I will!” I decided today was the day. He didn’t come home from work laden...
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HO HO HO!

HO HO HO! Ho ho ho! Its Christmas morning. Its 5 am. I've been woken by the high pitched squeal of a 5 yr old waking on the most magical of mornings, finding a stocking full of plastic crap at the end of her bed, more than eager to investigate what treasures await her under the Christmas tree. Carols by Candlelight have been attended, Christmas house lights have been viewed, the last chocolate on the advent calendar has been eaten. Bikes, skateboards,...
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APPARENTLY!

APPARENTLY! Apparently, I'm supposed to be comatose. I'm supposed to be paralysed with grief, sobbing into a pillow. I am not supposed to venture out of my house, I should greet concerned friends at the door in my pyjamas with straggled hair and dark circles under my eyes. Apparently, we cant talk about what has happened, for fear that I might feel sad, or angry, or heartbroken, or any other uncontrollable and seemingly uncomfortable emotion that will make you all shake your heads with...
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Captured in a Photo

Captured in a Photo After noticing a small amount of uncovered wall space in our home, I’ve decided it is time for some new family photos. The last lot we had done, Miss 4 was only Miss 2.5, and the older ones actually liked each other enough to manage to stay in a room together, even to hold hands at one point. I opted for a more “natural” style shoot, which has got me wondering what exactly that entails for...
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Mums on Drugs

Mums on Drugs Whoa!! How’s that topic for a bit of controversy with your morning coffee! Now before you paint a sordid picture of me sitting amongst my children, watching play school and “puffing with the magic dragon”, let me make things clear. I’m not talking about the recreational kind of release, the ones that may or may not cover your memories of younger years in a cloudy haze; I’m delving into the world of something a lot more controversial...
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What’s the Story, Morning Glory?

What's the Story, Morning Glory? It is an understatement of epic proportions to say I am not a morning person. I am literally physically and mentally incapable of anything in the wee hours of the morning. Any conversational involvement has proven to be impossible until I have consumed at least half a cup of the blissful brown beauty that is Nescafe and my eyes have adjusted to the glare of the kitchen lights. In short, I don’t like getting out...
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Getting it Wrong

Getting it Wrong It was never insinuated, suggested or considered that with the role of motherhood comes a permanent feeling of guilt. It was in none of the baby books, Kaz Cooke never told me that when this little bundle of joy comes into your life, so will the never-ending weight of feeling “bad”. Of all the emotions I’ve felt with my children, this one is, by far, the hardest. Frustration and bad tempered from lack of sleep I can...
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What did you do today Mum?

What did you do today Mum? I am often asked what I do all day with my children at school, with most of this subtle interrogation coming from my own offspring and my husband. As most of us head back to the workforce, having spent the best part of the last four years tolerating the high-pitched sensory nightmare that are toddlers, it is becoming increasingly obvious that I am required to account for the time I am spending at home,...
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Words to Mend a Broken Heart

Words to Mend a Broken Heart There once was a little girl named Aliyah. She had the most dazzling smile and equally infectious giggle. She was special, amazingly special. She didn’t just touch hearts, she inspired them, bear-hugging them with her tiny, slender, little hand. Her eyes were always sparkling with the adventures she had had and those that were yet to come. Yet hidden under the most luscious of long black eyelashes was a story of immense struggle,...
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