I like Saturday nights. Our Saturday night routine may not seem terribly glamorous or exciting to anyone else, but it’s kind of my favourite. Since I went back to work, Saturday has become our “catch-up” day. It’s typically the day that we plow through the mountain of laundry that has accumulated through the week (that I’ve been too tired after work to do), run all our errands, get groceries, and try and clean the house up a little. By 5pm I’m usually completely spent and am ready to put my feet up for the night. Dinners on Saturday are usually pretty simple, then we toss Ruby in the tub and…

So, my last post was a bit of a doozy. When I sat down and started writing, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to say. My emotions and thoughts just poured out, and when I reached the end and reread what I had written, I almost deleted it all. But I’m really glad that I posted it. I’ve had a number of people contact me and tell me that they’ve been feeling / have felt the same way, and it’s been wonderful hearing some of their experiences. For me, writing is very cathartic. It’s usually how I deal with those big things that are bothering me, and then I’m…

If you know me in real life, or follow me on Facebook, you’ll know that I’ve become “that” person who reposts all the amazing recipes I see floating around on the interwebs. Sometime in the last year or two I’ve discovered a real love for cooking. When the Hubster and I first got married, my abilities in the kitchen were… limited. I was barely 20 and survived my first year of university by eating pasta and rice. Our financial situation improved somewhat once we added our combined OSAP and his savings into the mix, so I found we actually had money to buy groceries. Which was lovely… except that I…