Behold, She The Ms Rockstar

Ms Rockstar: Goin’ out?

Me: Yes, darling. Daddy has an Investing In Art talk tonight, which is why Mummy is half dressed while rocking you to sleep for the night. She just needs to throw on her Max blazer and Gucci and Kenneth Jay Lane necklaces and hop a cab once you are obediently asleep.

Ms Rockstar: Oh, how little you know.

So I’m literally rocking the baby and watching the clock-with-swinging-pendulum-I’ve-moved-into-nursery-because-Ms-Rockstar-likes-to-go-to-sleep-staring-at-it up until the last possible minute. Maybe it’s my makeup or different clothes she can smell.

Ms Rockstar: <accusingly> You’re Going For A Party! You Want Me To Sleep Just So You Can Go Out And Drink Wine!!

Me: Well d-uh.

Ms Rockstar: N-ot so much. <proceeds to mess around until Absolute Last Second when I really have to be out the door and reluctantly leave her kicking around on her bed under my mum’s supervision>
(Actually she often goes to bed willingly at night, fairly often we put her down awake even, but there are times you can kinda tell she’s gonna make trouble if you try to put her down..)

At 56kg, I still can't wear any of my pants - only tights. Hence the Dagmar merino wool leggings. And my old gold snakeskin Prada strappy sandals are still really tight...

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Ms Rockstar: (to Conquering Hero Rockstar arriving back from school) So you bladed up to our doorstep carrying your artwork/ freebie from friend’s mum/ library book?

That's nice.

Ms Rockstar: That’s nice. I can make fists!

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Ms Rockstar: People offer me supplications of all the Things That Make Interesting Noises in the land…

Ms Rockstar: And yet…. I shall keep on practicing my Standing With Maniacal Fist Waving.

Good week ahead… <waving fists>