Open post of the week. What's going on?

It’s Wednesday People!

Midway through the working week and I for one have my eye on the prize – Friday. In particular, that cool beverage I will be cracking open around 5pm.

Of course on Wednesdays at Mamamia, we hold our weekly Open Post. It’s a chance for those of us on the editorial team to take a break and hand the reins over to you.

Instead of us picking the topic, you can chat about whatever you want; tell us what’s happening in your world.

Here’s what’s been happening in mine:

I’ve been officially the Parenting Editor here exactly one week. In that time I’ve lost my 6 year old in a giant maze, locked us all out of the house and managed to burn a take away dinner of chicken nuggets. So clearly, they’ve taken on the right person to give you parenting advice.

But in all seriousness, I’ve just had one of those weeks. You know the ones? One that no matter WHAT I do, I just cannot win. You can feel it in your gut from the minute you wake up. There is just something a little, off… It feels, that despite your best efforts, the world is conspiring against you. Maybe the cat vomits on the carpet “just” as you are walking out the door to that all important, make-or-break meeting. Or perhaps you get a phone call from the school Principal regarding an incident that involves glue, glitter your son and a classmate that will require further “written correspondence”.

Or it could be that your bank calls to tell you that someone is buying iThings in an iStore on your credit card in an country that you are currently not visiting. It’s a culmination of things. Nothing dire, just stuff that when grouped together makes you feel like you want to flee the situation and rock in a corner until it all rights itself.

On top of this I realised I am officially OLD. I went to a concert in the city to see a band that I once endured blistering heat and a 35 minute toilet line up to see. On Friday night however, I soon realised, I was no longer that girl at the festival. I was simply just…bored. After 25 minutes, all I wanted to do was go home and get under my doona and read my book. When did this happen to me?

I lament on all of this but it doesn’t take much time to realise that I’m sweating the small stuff. One glance at the TV screen right now and I know that my problems, my issues are nothing compared to what those in the NSW bushfires are copping. The absolute desecration of houses, the hopelessness and the contrasting beautiful community solidarity just breaks my heart. So, much love to all those out there, doing it tough right now. Stay Safe. And if you’re watching from afar, here’s how you can help those who are victims of the fires.

Whatever kind of week you’ve had, good, bad or in between, come share. Sharing is caring. We’re all ears.