I dare you to tell me there’s something more comforting after a bad day than climbing into your coziest pajamas or sweats, sliding your feet into some fuzzy slippers or socks, and curling up at home with your favourite drink.
The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
In the years we’ve been together, I’ve sporadically asked M if we could get a dog. Since we lived in a dog-free apartment, it was as much a running joke as anything – I knew I wanted a dog one day, but I also knew it wasn’t a possibility. Until it was. Last summer, the… Continue reading so you think you want a dog?
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
I contemplated the busyness and the hours I’ve lost worrying about whether or not I’m “doing it right” or “doing it well enough”.
But I just didn’t want to be a hockey mom. Days spent in cold, slightly smelly rinks isn’t my idea of a great weekend.