So long, farewell. La la la la la la

past future

And suddenly I am singing in the hills of Austria.


In all seriousness I am now here to say my goodbyes (if anyone is even still following this blog). I think it is pretty clear that I don’t intend on posting here anymore and WordPress just sent me an invoice to renew my domain and I was all like “why the hell would I be paying that” and turned off the auto renew function.

So in around a month they will steal back my domain name and I’m assuming this blog will be no more.

It’s been fun kids. I’ve loved meeting you all and sharing your stories. Thank you SO much for reading mine. But now it’s time to take mine away and settle for boring my neighbour with them.

I will probably start blogging again in the future but at a different place where the blog reflects where I am at with my life now. It just doesn’t seem to fit in this house anymore. I need a new house but the market isn’t working for me right now. It is a task for future me, I think.

Thanks for always keeping it real with me peeps.  Wishing you all the reward of a new hello, right when you need it.


Rachael + Monkey xxx

aka mummyflyingsolo



Why I like the 50 Shades of Grey series

50 shades booksLet me start this by saying how much I love books. I read them, lots of them. I belong to a Bookclub and I read literature and shit. I do philosophy and love a good long convo solving the problems of the world when the mood strikes me. In short: I’m no dummy.

Liking these books does not make me a dummy. And creating something that’s an easy read doesn’t make the writer a dummy. In fact, this woman is far from a dummy. She’s probably made more money out of these trashy little reads than some of those dudes over there rolling out their literature so credit where credit is due I say.

For what it’s worth, even though I might get hate mail for it, here are the reasons why I like the 50 Shades books Continue reading

If this is having it all then it blows.

This week has been nothing short of batshit crazy.  In preparation for a prenancy/baby/children’s expo next weekend I have been working overtime to get things done with the new business so that they are up to scratch and ready. I have easily worked a standard full time week and I’ve done it in between looking after a sick child at home for 2 days and the standard weekly crap in our always busy schedule. Continue reading

The #proudmummymomentproject

Project logo

I’m birthing a project. Huzzah!

Now before you skedaddle off out the door because you think it’s all mushiness and gooey proud mummy stuff, let me fill you in.

I will admit, yes, there is some of that. The mushy, skyting stuff because let’s face it, it happens and it makes us happy and our eyes fill with tears. Heartwarming. Beautiful. Great. It’s fun to share this stuff.

But there are other not so show offy things that go on in my life that I’d also consider a proud mummy moment.

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Let me show you my NOW


So before we get into this post let us discuss a few things.

First of all, this post has been inspired by the Daily Post prompt today (that’s twice this week – CRAZY) so that’s what it is all about. I am supposed to write entirely in the present tense so let’s hope I’ve achieved that and haven’t made a boo boo. I’m a linguist (or so my degree says) so it’s going to suck if I fuck it up.

Second, I’m no poet. The last time I wrote a poem was about 25 years ago and it was probably better than this but I’ve had a crack at it because as soon as I read the prompt I thought POEM and who I am to resist the creative urgings of my soul. So here it is. Be kind. I hope it makes you smile.  Continue reading

Road Runner: BEEP BEEP

Road runner image

This was me yesterday

This was me yesterday. Burning up a dust cloud behind me.

It was my first ever “official run” and it’s really not even THAT official, just officially timed but it was with a group of 57 other lovelies so it kind of felt like a proper competition run.

I rocked up at the venue (aka the park) and there were a bunch of other people standing around in shiny lycra Continue reading

I’m a little ray of sunshine with a SUNSHINE AWARD

Well would you look at that. I got an award. And not just any award but an award for being inspirational. How awesome is that?

I’ve been pretty shit at doing the award thing the last few months so if you are reading this and thinking “But you didn’t accept mine” please, don’t be offended. It’s a time thing and today, I happen to have it.

Here is my pretty trophy:

The award pic

Ta da!

It’s a gorgeous one that one.

To accept I must do the following:

1. Pass it on to 10 other inspiring bloggers

2. Tell you 11 facts about me, because you don’t know the ins and outs of my business already anyway

Here, my friends, are the FACTS.

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Dr Joshi’s Holistic Detox

Dr Joshi's Book

Dr Joshi’s Book.

If you’d asked me 2 weeks ago if I was going to do a detox anytime soon I would have just looked at you kinda funny. I had no intentions of doing this! But you know, things happen.

It all started last week when I decided to do a dairy elimination. The whole idea of it makes me want to cry quite frankly because, well, cheese. But, I get eczema and it has been around on and off throughout my life. It was pretty much gone when I fell pregnant but has come back in full force since the birth of Monkey which is uber annoying. I kept thinking that sooner or later it would go away again but no such luck.

Lately, with the warmer weather especially, it is been quite aggravating. So I figured since I got rid of Monkey’s eczema by eliminating dairy then maybe I should put my money where my mouth is and have a crack at it myself. So that was last Monday. All good.  Continue reading

Dropping the bedtime bottle at 2 years old

My original plan had been “no bottles after 1” but Monkey enjoyed that bedtime one so much I simply didn’t have the heart to take it away from him.

I tried on occasion but it was always a half hearted attempt and if there was any protest at all I’d buckle and give it straight back.

The older he got the more I regretted my lackadaisical attitude to the whole thing.  He was super attached to the routine Continue reading