We all need it. Sometimes we really, REALLY need it. I needed it this week. The past few days have been, well… awful. Some pretty horrible stuff has been going down.

Anyway, WE WILL ALL BE OK. Which is why it’s definitely not as bad as all that, you know? And last night, I took a little break from it all. A friend and I went out to see Three Stuffed Mums, as part of the Melbourne Comedy Festival. There’s nothing quite like a good belly-laugh with The Sisterhood, as we bond over those toddler Abs of Steel that appear when you’re trying to wrestle them into a pram or car seat; or the fact that the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when walking past a teenager’s room because of all the static generated by their numerous electrical devices (not to mention the funky smell); or the sad reality that after performing the miracle of pregnancy, childbirth and often breastfeeding, most of our body parts now seem to want to head south.

I’m really grateful to these funny mums for comping me the tickets because not only was the show a great laugh and very close to home, it was also such a treat just to get out at night! It’s so rare that I do, I’m always mildly surprised to see everyone else out and about and enjoying the evening, just as though it’s a normal thing to do. I keep forgetting. This novelty was so profound that it wasn’t even ruined by the fact that after getting all dressed up (read: put on lippy, swap flip-flops for heels and unearth a jacket without have spit-up on it), I couldn’t find my umbrella so I had to walk down the street carrying Madeleine’s miniature, multicoloured and spotty number to keep off the rain.

If you want to go see these mums and laugh along with them (and me), you can get your tickets here.

(Photo is an old one of me with two of my dearest girlfriends. It makes me so happy to look at this.)