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
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
With Baby Girl set to arrive in just over one week, I decided to use some time today to take care of a task that every woman hopes to accomplish pre-baby: a pedicure.
I like to bring my own polish with me because the thought of the brush touching other people’s toenails makes me gag a little. Afflicted by indecision, I was struggling to choose between three colours: OPI Malaga Wine, Zoya Elodie, and Zoya Tara. I figured the best way to reach a decision would be to put each colour on a few toes and compare for optimal emotional reaction, as in…
Which colour would make me feel the most ready to have my abdomen slit open and a baby pulled out of it? Continue reading
Remember that time back in 2016 when I said I was calling it a day on this whole blogging deal?
I seem to find myself in similar circumstances as I was when I first began my blog, back in 2015. That is, pregnant.
Here in Canada, mamas now have the option of taking a mind-blowing 18 month maternity leave. While the financial implications of this option are not exactly enticing, my husband and I agreed that the numerous benefits of staying home with my kids while they are so little just couldn’t be overlooked. Continue reading