C.A. Greagen's Blog

This is a moving and engaging book with moments of hilarity and a real ability to engage. I thought about this book throughout the day and looked forward to getting back to it at night. I lost hours of sleep because it was so hard to put it down. It’s atmospheric and I haven’t felt so engaged with a book for a long time.

We’ve received a placement offer in the mail for Maki to attend a local kindergarten next year but it’s not our first preference and so I’m feeling determined to reject it and hold out in the hope that we’ll receive an offer for our preferred kindergarten – where Maki and his brothers have been attending for the past eight years – but because I’m worried that Maki will miss out all together, I decide to ring the council to see if they can give me any info. 

I’m a smiling melancholic driving through the suburbs with no real destination in mind and a quick look in the rear vision mirror reminds me that I’m all by myself with six empty seats behind me and that in itself is a sign that the times are changing.

"She held me spellbound in the night,

Dancing shadows and firelight..."

~ Witchy Woman, the Eagles

Today’s news was as exciting as any I’ve ever received because after two months of negotiations with Random House Australia, Truce Films have acquired the rights to my book Reservoir Dad, and they’re going to adapt it into a feature length film. 

We’re approaching the end of our regular Wednesday night weight session in my home gym and after some bench pressing madness and some heavy sets of 5 on the Pendlay Rows, Greeny heads home and there’s only friend and Psychologist Nige and I left, finishing off the workout with a few accessories.

 8.00pm

I���ll be disappointed if Reservoir Mum isn���t high on the chlorinated steam rising from the spa bath at her mid week all expenses paid Sports Medicine conference at Hepburn Springs right now but all I can really think of, as the time creeps on towards 8pm, is the long night ahead where I���ll be juggling the ever-waking Tyson and Maki solo and that���s why I pause just before turning their light off to try for something a little sneaky:

 8.00pm

I’ll be disappointed if Reservoir Mum isn’t high on the chlorinated steam rising from the spa bath at her mid week all expenses paid Sports Medicine conference at Hepburn Springs right now but all I can really think of, as the time creeps on towards 8pm, is the long night ahead where I’ll be juggling the ever-waking Tyson and Maki solo and that’s why I pause just before turning their light off to try for something a little sneaky:

I’m washing our slick new frypans with slow circular strokes and listening to Together In Electric Dreams, because it fits with my low mood, when RM sidles up behind me and holds her iPhone out with a video already queued and playing. 

We’re dressed in suits – even wearing ties – and on our way to a secret location for our first professional family photo shoot ever. The kids are going scream-punch-crazy in anticipation, and while Reservoir Mum does her best to explain to them that they’ll need to listen to the photographer and do as they’re told if they want to go to K-Mart directly afterwards to pick out any toy they want no matter what the cost, I’m thinking about nothing but the vagina because I’ve been mocked for saying that women wee out of them.