what kind of mother

 I'm not sure what kind of mother writes at night, or during the day, or at any other time. I probably will mostly write in here at night. Who knows. 

This blog is just a collection of thoughts. Right now my 3yo is playing in her room while I putz around in the kitchen, ostensibly planning our christmas feasts and ordering online groceries, and obviously starting this blog.

I am Mexican-American-Australian, we moved from Chicago to Brisbane last year and my kids are now 3 and 5.  I spent many months a year in Mexico with my family as a child because my mother was a single mother and she needed somewhere to put us during the school holidays.

I have lots of chips on my shoulder from my upbringing. They will come up.

This is our first Christmas at our new house on 5 acres of land just outside of the city.

On Christmas Eve we will eat seafood and salad and potato salad and I gotta go feed a child

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