Why does it matter?

It’s been awhile since I devoted time to my blog.  Because life.  Because kids.  Because it’s always easier to not do than it is to do.

But on this rainy morning, I found myself missing it.  Missing the connection it provides me with when I do invest the time and energy to put myself and my words out into the world.  And missing the resulting comfort of knowing I am not alone in my messiness. My ‘spinny-ness’ (new word, y’all).   Continue reading

Not forty. Thirty-ten.

I’ve been a member of a club for almost a decade now.  There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I’ve really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times.  In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a member.

In a couple of days, however, I will be permanently removed from the club’s membership list.  Deleted.  Forever.  This has been difficult for me to accept. I’ve protested and pleaded.  I’ve ugly-cried.  But there was no reasoning with the club’s administration. My time as a member? Over. Continue reading

And it’s me for the small win!

Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.

Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?

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Mmhmm.  You. are. welcome.

We’re also known for our public health care system.  It’s pretty impressive.  This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.

In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse.  The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances.  I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking.  Continue reading

A civilized birth? Why there’s simply no such thing! Or is there…?

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8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.

Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can’t stop inhaling her.  I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are smitten.

So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading

Reading this might save your life…

…if your Baby Mama is on the brink of giving birth or has recently sprung your offspring from her loins.

You see, no matter how well your partner has coped with pregnancy, the entire game changes once Baby arrives.  Your life could be at risk.  This is a life line, my friend.  Take it. Continue reading

Angry at your kid’s teacher? Read this.

I think it’s safe to say that no one makes it through life without encountering some conflict along the way.  Relationships of all kinds – personal, professional, parental – have their trying moments.  It’s how we deal with these moments that defines our character and determines how well we’ll sleep at night.

People are emotional – and sometimes often times, irrational beings.  When others don’t see situations through the same lens as we do, conflict can result.  Trust me, I know – I’m an elementary school teacher. Continue reading