Mondays are hard: this is a fact. F is never much of a morning person before 7:30 am, which is a problem because we need to leave the house before 8 am. Ideally, I’d like to be at work between 7:30 and 8 am, but this isn’t a perfect world and I’ve accepted that F eating breakfast… Continue reading Mondays and McDonald’s Dates
On a miserable, snow-y evening back in early January, I registered for the Sole Sisters Women’s Race. I’d wanted to participate the year before, and couldn’t, but I was going to do it. I couldn’t wait. It was only a 5km, and I knew I probably wouldn’t end up running it because the course would… Continue reading That time I didn’t get to be a SoleSister
As a parent, nothing makes me happier than hearing that F is polite or kind, helpful or compassionate. The more time I spend in this world, the more I realize that manners are often an after thought. I’m surprised when someone holds the door for me or apologizes and excuses his or her self when… Continue reading Minding Your Ps and Qs
As with most things in life, sometimes parenting is a little bit harder than the day before. For whatever reason, yesterday was a tough parenting day for me in much the same way as sometimes, my afternoon run feels like the hardest thing in the world. And by 7 pm, boy, the parenting thing was… Continue reading That time I called my kid a jerk (and meant it)
Earlier today, I lived through the ultimate first world problem: a three-hour long showdown with the oatmeal-berry muffin I’d brought as an afternoon snack. I finally caved at about 3 pm and unwrapped the muffin, broke it in half and ate it at my desk. Before I had finished my last bite, I was filled with… Continue reading Muffin tops and muffin tops
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