because settling down is a whole new adventure
There are some things we just know about ourselves.
For example, I know that I will never eat haggis. I don’t have to think about it; I just know that I’ll pass on the sheep’s organs 100% of the time.
I also know that I’m highly sensitive. It took years of feeling like the piece that didn’t quite fit before I learned that there’s a name for people like me… erm… highly sensitive person… and that it’s an actual trait and not some personality flaw. (Resist the urge to comment, Husband.)
Read moreI took today as a sick day from work.
[Whispers]: I’m not sick.
So often, we take a sick day when we are already sick and depleted and rundown. After enduring weeks and weeks of stress and mental overload, we finally admit defeat and take a day. And usually, at least in my case and that of my mama friends, that ‘sick’ day is used to tackle the ever-multiplying items on the to-do list. I don’t rest. I don’t address my depletion or rundown-ness. Instead, I fill that precious string of hours with all the chores and tasks I can think of, in hopes of clearing that giant list, even if only for a moment.
Read moreAh, the hair salon. A woman’s happy place. Where else can you go and sit for 3 hours, enjoy some pleasant conversation AND a scalp massage, and come away feeling all shiny and new?
It’s been nearly four months since I visited a salon. Not because I couldn’t get an appointment – I’ve booked two, but cancelled when I learned that the stylists either hadn’t been vaccinated or wouldn’t disclose that information. One seemed well and truly offended that I would ask in the first place. Through friends and colleagues, I’ve found three more stylists, only to learn that they, too, were choosing not to be vaccinated.
Have I inadvertently stumbled upon a niche of anti-vaxxers?
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