because settling down is a whole new adventure
Friends, forgive me. I fell down the discombobulated mama hole when school and work resumed in September, hence the echo-y silence of This Lovely Chaos since then.
I am still deep in that hole as I write today – as discombobulated as ever – but through the noise of my ever-thrumming to do list and low grade anxiety, a little voice managed to break through and remind me that writing always brings a sense of calm to my (lovely) chaos.
Read moreWhen my alarm (chirping birds) goes off at 5am, I hear Lily Allen’s voice singing “It’s 5 o’clock in the morning…”. You know, from the song she did with T-Pain back in 2011. Find it online if you haven’t heard it before and give it a listen. Then you, too, can have her lovely British accent stuck in your head, repeating the same 6 words on loop, for the rest of your life.
Since January of this ridiculous shitshow of a year, my morning ritual has involved getting up between 4:30 and 5:00am.
Most people look at me like this when I tell them that:
In many parts of Canada, cottage is a verb as well as a noun. We are a country of cottagers. We go cottaging.
(I mean, there are a lot of people who camp too. But I’m sure we can all agree that people who choose to sleep on the ground and pee in the bushes are not normal.)
And let me be clear: a cottage does not have quartz countertops and 6 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms and a wine fridge and white furniture. That, my friends, is a lake house.
