the toys on the floor
I’m sure some people will call this “lazy” and that’s fine. I call it preserving energy.
I’m sure some people will call this “lazy” and that’s fine. I call it preserving energy.
As I tried to explain the grey zone, it occurred to me that learning the little, and often nuanced things in life can sometimes be the hardest. The unspoken rules. The “best practices”. The things we might only learn the hard way when something has blown up in our face.
Two years ago this morning, nothing felt like it was going fast. For a week, I’d been struggling through discomfort and end-of-pregnancy misery. I was hormonal. I was tired. I was having off-and-on contractions (which had also happened with S, who’d arrived a month ahead of his due date). In fact, two years ago this… Continue reading two fast
I love my kids. In fact, I’m pretty obsessed with the three of them. They’re among my absolute favourite human beings on this earth. And the decision to drop them off with other people every day isn’t always an easy one to make. Even now, as the littlest boys near two and four, there are days I wish I could just keep them at home with me all day.
F is nearly 16, E’s almost two, and S is finishing his “threenager” phase. Between daycare drop-offs, high school prep, and even rappelling off a building, life’s been full—and writing slipped away.
This summer was more sunshine and sticky ice cream hands than client work, and honestly, I’m grateful. As the school year starts, I’m hopeful routine brings space to write again—about the little things I’ve missed sharing.