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Call me Naive Neve but honestly, I didn’t think it would take 5 months just to get a retainer wall up and the backyard levelled. We’re talking basic canvas level here.

We haven’t even started on the plants yet. Or the fruit trees that will probably die in our clay-laden soil but I like vodka, lime and soda and Tim likes mojitos so we need that damn lime tree.

OR the nice path that will lead to an entertaining area for a) food to be consumed, b) sun to be baked in (safely of course), c) stories to be swapped and d) mama to spike her soda water while daddy plays with the kids because mama deserves a break.

Or the kids area, with a sandpit (for the love of margaritas, please don’t turn into a dog poop pit, PLEASE), some ridiculous tall cubby house thing that grandma just has to buy for xmas (joking mum, THEY’LL LOVE IT. So will my anxiety.) and maybe a mud kitchen thing because MESS IS LEARNING GUYS.

Disclaimer: I binge watched Glee in the first few months of my maternity leave.
Did I just lose all my credibility as a professional consultant and marketer?

Probably. 

But until you have a turbo-charged she-demon 2 year old and a newborn hellbent on downing as much liquid gold all the while scratching through 3 layers of skin under your care, don’t judge.

Don’t be a dick.
Don’t be a dick
Don’t be a dick.
Don’t be a dick.
Don’t be a dick.