It’s a phrase from the early 2000’s that our group of friends picked up from somewhere…I can’t even remember how it started. At the time we all fell about laughing at the hilariousness of ourselves and it was Hoochiemumma’s all round.

Disturbingly, my future husband’s thought process must have gone something like….. “yep… that’s an endearing nickname, encompassing the adoration I feel for my new-ish girlfriend. I’m sure she loves this name so much that she will want me to call her this for the rest of her life”.

So now, 20 years later, I hear “Hooooooch” hollered from his gob at alI sorts of places. It’s been so long now that he forgets that ‘Hooch’ is “our secret name spoken only in our house with an inside voice please”…..The kids have now picked up that if I’m not answering them, a quick holler of “hey Hooch” gets my attention fairly quickly .

On a few occasions, I have blurted to my beloved family that I am going to start a blog and call it “Hoochiemumma”. A place where I can bitch about them, whinge and rant; share some of our crazy and wonderful moments as well as saddle up my high horse and gallop it around with wild abandonment.

The response I received from smart-arsed teenage son was ….. “hahaha…yeah right mum, you’re all show and no go”.
My husband (who shall now be known as “Mr Hooch”) reciprocated with convulsions of laughter and admiration for the quick wittedness from smart-arsed teenage son. There were also claims our child’s wit and charm undoubtedly must have come from his wriggly Y chromosome.

Well, buckle up boys…

“Hoochiemumma” has launched.