the hardest part
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
how to survive 14 hours at Walt Disney World
Pro-tip: Buy the Mouse ears. You’ll be glad. (I promise.)
who says?
Tomorrow morning, RomCom and I are hopping on a plane at stupid o’clock in the morning to head to the Sunshine State. Oh, and we’re going solo. F will be staying at home, with my (rockstar) Mum for a week. Being the bundle of excitement I am, I happily shared my travel plans with friends,… Continue reading who says?
when wishes come true
I was so excited when I heard about this wish, I immediately got goosebumps: The wish granted hit so close to home.
the helping hand
Yesterday was hard. I felt wiped before 10 am as I tried to breathe through some tough family news and juggle work demands. When my day finally wrapped up – almost nine hours after I’d arrived in the office, I sat alone in my car decompressing. RomCom was actively preparing dinner as I stood, feeling… Continue reading the helping hand
pack a versatile wardrobe (in a carry-on)
Packing for a trip – either professional or personal pleasure – is challenging. Adding to the challenge: limiting oneself to a carry-on. Only. RomCom and I are headed to Florida (YAY!), and while he’s packing only a backpack I knew I needed a little more than my Mat&Nat bag to get me through a full… Continue reading pack a versatile wardrobe (in a carry-on)
why y’gotta be like that, dude?
Let me begin by saying you don’t have to know me too well to know I love social media. In fact, I kind of live social media: it’s a part of my personal brand and my professional duties at work. My Twitter friends are as important to me as my IRL (in real life) friends, and… Continue reading why y’gotta be like that, dude?
