My reality is working through swimming lessons since I can’t join him, anyway. It’s eating in a hurry so we can get to bed on time; doing laundry at 4 am because we ran out of socks.
When Pokémon Go was announced, I was the person whose eyes rolled out of her head and down the street.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
My mother would often scold me for referring to the people I chatted with as friends. “You don’t know them,” she would say. “You can’t be friends if you’ve never met someone.”
SPOILER: Mom, you were wrong.
This past week has been one of the hardest parenting weeks I’ve ever endured. Between the stress I’ve been under at work and the emotional weight I felt after leaving Cape Breton on Sunday, both F and I were run ragged. On Tuesday, F had one of the worst meltdowns he’s ever had – and… Continue reading pretending to sleep & parenting
Tucked neatly into the deepest corner of my home, next to a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the intersection below, there is a little brown desk that’s all mine. To you, perhaps it doesn’t look like much: an antique armchair, a floor lamp, a decorative box, photo frame and a cup full of pens and one… Continue reading my quiet corner