In light of some comments I’ve received, I want to state that this post is mostly about my experience as a parent, not the Halifax transit strike. I used the Halifax transit strike as a way to explain my feelings of being out-of-control, because the reality is, I have no control over what is going…
Working Mom
Takes the Cake
There is a lot to consider when starting a family. So many of the unknowns and the possibilities are exciting. Some are unnerving. Others are downright frightening. But mostly, the idea of starting a family and doing all sorts of family-things together is pretty darn wonderful. But I have always been worried about one family-related…
More Than I Can Handle
Monday morning. 7 am. I had already been up for an hour enjoying the only 60 minutes of my day that are entirely quiet, entirely alone, entirely mine. The previous night had been fraught with restlessness as we found ourselves awake and cleaning up toddler vomit. As the clock turned from six-fifty-nine to seven-oh-oh, I came…
Decaffeinated
If you’ve been around me, either online or in person, for at least a year, you’d assume that I love coffee. And you’d mostly be right. I love the aroma of coffee. I love its warmth. I love its jolt in the morning and I love the mug it comes in. I love that taking a…
What I Have Gotten Myself Into
My daily commute consists of a trip on a ferry. This is a public transit, passenger ferry, so I walk to it and I walk off of it. Most* days I absolutely love it. I love watching the dawn turn to day against the cityscape. I love those fifteen minutes each morning and evening when…
The Crappy Parts
I used to be so good at this. Sure, it took me months to figure out the perfect combination of activities that made for one ideal, child-friendly, productive and peaceful day. But once I had that routine down, I was doing good. I was a stay-at-home-Mom keeping a baby happy while maintaining a reasonably clean…
He Laughed
Our house functions like a well oiled machine. My husband and I have both taken on certain roles and responsibilities to make our schedule flow as seamlessly as possible. Things are often left out of the equation, like the evening’s dishes, but for the most part we do a pretty good job juggling parenting, home,…
In and Out
It had been a long week. The demands of regular life, work, and motherhood had been compounded by additional requirements, unreasonably high expectations and the resulting disappointments, illness, social engagements, guest preparations, and insomnia. While each individual task appeared feasible on its own, together it became insurmountable. Impossible, even. So by the time Thursday night* rolled…
Flaunting it All
Even though very few pounds have actually been shed this time around, my confidence has soared since I’ve started to watch what I eat and work out regularly. I don’t know what it is, but I just feel better about myself. I feel better getting dressed in the morning, I feel better walking around my…
Selective Lipsticking
My morning routine is pretty consistent. While the house is quiet except for the morning prose drifting from a radio tuned to CBC, I sit in front of my mirror and apply my makeup. My eyes close as I smooth the moisturizer over my face. A twice daily routine, once at night, once in the…
Not the Mama
Cameron has always been my little boy. There has never been any doubt about that. For a full year he was attached to me. My body fed him. My skin warmed him. My sounds soothed him. As soon as he could show a preference for anyone, he reached for me. He cried for me. He…
