I am not one to rate being stuck in traffic – especially in Sydney I absolutely detest it.
In fact, I actually credit the before-school-pick-up Sydney mummy-traffic as one of the leading causes of my slow and steady descent into madness. However, since all the recent traffic (online, that is) is being diverted my way – I have to smile.
No, actually I have to shriek with gleeful delight.
Call it good karma, call it misdirected google searches, call it negative publicity seeking and finding justice, call it what you like, but I like to think of my new-found fame (scratch that: 700+ hits on average a day) as nothing but sheer joy after some months of quiet.
Yes, the ides of March are nigh, but the small arrow of accomplishment in my blog ‘quill’ (that analogy comes from being up till 4.30am but I still love it all the same) makes me so proud and gives me the motivation to hold my head up high and push my pram even faster in my heels as The Real Housewife of Sydney.
I also have some big news.
No – I am not with child [III] (yet).
The Real Housewife of Sydney is going to be a published-on-paper author very soon – because – as Theodore Herzl once said “if you will it, it is no dream”.