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
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