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
It’s the season of giving thanks. I like to think I don’t need a special time of year to remind myself to be thankful – it’s never far from my thoughts that I am blessed with good health and a loving family. This year I got to thinking about some other things I’m grateful for.
Here they are, in no particular order… 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
My husband is really great about giving me time to do things on my own on the weekend, recognizing that I recharge best when I am by myself. (Hello my name is Kelly and I am an introvert.)
Usually when the weekend rolls around and my husband asks what I would like some time for, I respond with one of two answers: 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
Dear Formidable You,
In little more than 36 hours from now, you will be holding your daughter for the first time! Continue reading
Let me set the scene:
It’s 3am, and my bladder has awoken me for my nightly pilgrimage to the washroom. I ricochet off a wall or a doorway on my way to the en suite because I keep my eyes closed and the lights off in hopes that I don’t wake up my mind. Do you know what’s worse than a fully alert mind at 3am? A fully alert pregnant mind. Continue reading