Complaining about something*
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The Demon Flu*
I didn’t mean to take such a big break from writing, but I haven’t really even been able to look at a computer screen for more than a few minutes until a few days ago. Just over two weeks ago, I woke up to a rainy Saturday morning. I was super excited as it was the day of my long-awaited hair appointment, and we had about a billion things to get done that day. I went for my haircut, did 80 loads of laundry, got groceries, and took S to a birthday party she had been invited to. I stayed with a few other parents, and got to know a…
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When it rains, it pours*
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A Simpler Life*
It’s been six weeks since my course ended. I feel a bit ridiculous that it’s taken this long, but I finally feel like I can breathe easy again. After an extremely challenging winter, spring has blown in with a beautiful breath of fresh air. Now that P is finally, finally sleeping through the night like a champ (*knock on wood*) I feel more like myself than I have in ages. H is four now, and is just on the cusp of giving up his nap. He can go all day without one, he just gets verrrrry emotional about every. little. thing by dinnertime if he hasn’t had it. I’m also…
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Dear Mother Nature*
Dear Mother Nature, I get it. You’re upset. We’ve been complaining for too long and you’ve had enough. Two years ago when you gave us that unbelievably sunny and hot summer, we complained that it was too hot. And too humid. And when our poor grass turned brown and crispy, we even complained that it was too sunny. (In my defense, I was approximately 700 months pregnant at the time and there was no temperature that existed that wasn’t too hot.) So, last summer you cooled it down a little for us. Less heat, less humidity but also less sun, so we complained… again. Like, just give us what we…
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Off The Wagon*
For the past seven weeks I’ve been eating like crap. I was pretty well off most sugar for 12 weeks leading up to my brother’s wedding, and I felt amazing. I lost some weight, my clothes fit better and my body just felt better. But it was hard. I am an emotional eater, and finding new (healthier) coping mechanisms for my stress was a constant battle. As my coursework started ramping up and Will started sleeping less my armour chipped a little and I gave into one small temptation. Then another, and another, and another. Before I knew it, I was right back where I started. I’m not proud of…
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Mean Mommy & Morning Madness*
I try hard to be a patient mom. I have three children under the age of six, so sometimes I have to dig deep to find that patience, but I can usually find my inner zen mama to get through most moments. Today my inner zen mama died and crazy mom came out. I love my children. I do. Sometimes I have to say that out loud to remind myself that I do, but I really do. They are wonderful. …except between the hours of 7 – 8:30am. Getting my children dressed and ready to get the weebean to school each morning is the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Oh my…
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When it rains, it pours*