The job of a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) is pretty unique as far as employment goes. In some ways it reminds me of the role Anne Hathaway plays in the movie, The Devil Wears Prada, but without the designer clothes and clean, swishy hair: You are on call 24/7 and there are no holidays – ever. Your boss is a tyrant with never-ending demands, many of which are entirely unreasonable but you must fulfill nevertheless. You eat a lot of grilled cheese. Continue reading
Being a mama is one of the toughest jobs in the world. Few would disagree. It requires resourcefulness, creativity, organization, time management, people skills, effective communication, conflict resolution, adaptability, leadership, and the ability to work under pressure. Quite a diverse and impressive skill set, to be sure. Continue reading
As a gift for joining The Forty-Something Club, my generous-to-a-fault husband said he was going to send me and my two sister-friends to Toronto for an all-expenses-paid girls’ weekend. He wanted us to do it up right – spa time, shopping, dinner, dancing. It was the kind of weekend that the me before kids was all about.
As my girls and I tried to find a weekend that would work – extremely difficult when there are 8 kids and many hundreds of kilometers between us – I was coming to realize that there was something I needed more than ‘let loose’ time in the city: I needed time alone. Continue reading
I like me a good mantra.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that anxiety has plagued me since becoming a mama. My anxiety hasn’t been the debilitating variety – the kind that makes a person afraid to leave their child unattended while napping lest they stop breathing, or terrified to drive with their kids in the car. Continue reading
I have rather eclectic taste when it comes to music – Oasis, Alicia Keyes, Calvin Harris, Bon Jovi, Nickelback (KIDDING!), Jay-Z, Tim McGraw, U2, Walk Off the Earth, Elton John. You get the idea – it’s a mishmash. On the rare occasion that I get to go somewhere in my car without my little maniacs, er, I mean, my sweet cherubs, I crank up the volume and sing like it’s my only job on Earth. I look insane to anyone who witnesses my car karaoke sessions. I know this and I don’t care. Continue reading
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
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?
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