“I feel bad saying I’m tired, I can’t believe I’m complaining to you.”“I shouldn’t say anything, I know I’m lucky to have her Dad with me.”“Do you ever sleep? Seriously, when do you sleep? When do you have time?”Yep. I’m busy. I work full-time. I write part-time. I have a preschooler, who I raise alone.… Continue reading Different
Although I wasn’t totally sure we would, Little, F and I survived our three-week sleepover and I’m confident in saying that none of us were too much worse for the wear. It was a long three weeks at best, but between hiccups and tears I think we had a pretty great time. But something strange… Continue reading Little Change
You may already know this, but F and I have recently had an enormous change in our lives. A few, actually, such as Mr Hockey Coach finally meeting him and my new job throwing a real curveball into our schedules. But the biggest adjustment we’ve recently made comes in the form of a sweet little… Continue reading Cookie Dough and Merlot
I am not a perfect parent. Actually, at least half of the time, I don’t even think I’m a “good” parent. It’s not for lack of want or effort, but I’m often tired and my tiredness translates to a short temper, a sharp tongue and little to no desire to go to the park and… Continue reading an imperfect saturdate
Just over two weeks ago, I made the decision to leave my job. After a few months of looking, a handful of interviews and a lot of time spent wringing my hands an offer landed in my lap and I leaped at the opportunity. It was different. New. It would be a challenge. And then,… Continue reading Fit
