when #eattogether is more than a meal
Elbow to elbow, we took turns mixing salads and cutting desserts or passing plates to the next in line.
Elbow to elbow, we took turns mixing salads and cutting desserts or passing plates to the next in line.
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.
Most mothers I know spend an outrageous amount of time questioning their parenting skills. I do it. I lie awake at night wondering how badly I’m screwing my kid up. I worry about the decisions I made yesterday and the ways they’ll affect him tomorrow. I’ve forgotten to register him for school, thrown out the… Continue reading i’m the best mom ever (and you are, too)
I knew coming back to Halifax would be less than thrilling for both F and I. After a long holiday in Cape Breton, the thought of the hustle and bustle of the city was anything equally appealing and appalling. We love having lots to do, we just wish the people we love were a little… Continue reading on blanket forts and pancakes
It’s been three years since I told my husband that I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t feel alone in our relationship. I didn’t want our family home to be treated like a resort – the place he came when he wanted to get away from his life. We should have been his life. I… Continue reading How I lost 100 pounds with one simple exercise