when one door closes…
I wanted to believe there was another door. I eagerly applied for jobs, showed up for interviews and contacted references. I did it more times than I want to tell you about.
I wanted to believe there was another door. I eagerly applied for jobs, showed up for interviews and contacted references. I did it more times than I want to tell you about.
Earlier this week, I blogged at Greenmommy about how F’s transition from co-sleeping to his big boy bed is going (it’s mostly looking like he and I sleeping in a twin sized bed with 3 stuffed animals and 1 cat). So far, nobody has fallen out of the bed or totally lost their shit –… Continue reading Transitioning
I can count on one hand the number of times Mr Hockey Coach and I have gotten snappy at one another, and lemme tell ya… 10 pm on Saturday after 12 hours of packing, traveling and unloading a U-Haul truck is one way to expedite the cranky-getting-process. As I tore open boxes in the kitchen… Continue reading BEWARE: The Monctonian Move Monster