When I was growing up we had dessert after most meals. My family are British by nationality (and heart, and spirit..) so it was referred to as ‘pudding’ even though most of the time it wasn’t actual pudding. Sometimes it was canned fruit in a bowl, but we still called it pudding. We had these little dessert bowls that I loved. There were small silver ones, kinda like this only more 80’s and less classy:
Those were pretty cool, but the REALLY special ones – and for some reason we only had 2 despite having 6 people in our family – were these long stemmed imitation crystal ones. Kinda like this, but again, less classy: Continue reading
Pretty much every parent who has ever existed will understand the desire for peace and quiet. Kids, especially the little ones, can be LOUD. Whether it’s screaming in pain, in joy, or because they do not like their yogurt flavour, I feel like preschoolers may be the loudest of the bunch, although I have a toddler now who is giving his older brother a run for his money.
Needless to say, I often just want quiet. My husband is my opposite in this department. He always wants the TV to be on so he has some kind of background noise, where as I very rarely even put music on unless I’m driving. I like silence. Sweet, blessed silence. Continue reading
I haven’t blogged for ages and this is my third attempt at writing my “I haven’t blogged for ages!” post and for some reason it is just not coming naturally. Maybe the only thing I can write about is angry children and snot?
These children are not angry, but there is snot.
Anyway, long story short, my tablet broke and it was hard for me to type blog posts (got a new computer now, so Yay!) Short story long, I have a hard time finding time to blog. Not because there is no time, more because there’s not much time and while I love blogging and writing in general, I also love watching television and eating potato chips, Continue reading
There was a time before I had children where I worked a real honest-to-goodness job in an office. Every day I would have a different funny story about something that happened to me – usually on the bus on the way in – and I had a backlog of funny anecdotes for every situation. If conversation centered around eyesight I could throw in a tale about that time that guy at the bus stop told me I was beautiful, before conceding that his opinion didn’t matter much as he only had one eye. When discussion moved to squirrels (as it does, right?), then there was that time Continue reading
Today, a man went home to his wife and kids and told them about the terrible thing he saw on the highway. About the van that pulled out of a gas station with it’s sliding door wide open. About the baby in the car seat, staring bright-eyed out the open door. About the bright red slurpee in his hands – who gives a 1.5 year old a Slurpee? – and about the way he honked and honked, and frantically waved, and honked some more before the female driver realized he was honking at her, and finally pulled over. Continue reading
Before I had kids, I had a pretty good idea how it would go. My children would be well behaved and of course would not have public tantrums. They would use their manners, eat their greens, and never, ever hit. Though I had a sense those might be lofty goals, I was fairly sure I could manage it. I was absolutely CERTAIN, however, that I would never EVER talk baby talk. Continue reading
We all know no mom is perfect, and that each of us have our struggles, but sometimes I am pretty sure that if there were a checklist for good parenting, I would probably fail it.
A few minor examples: I give my kids ‘baths’ frequently, but only actually clean them with soap maybe once a week. I often forget that I have a second one when I get distracted dealing with the oldest one and then have to go running around trying to find kid #2. And once or twice we have had sandwiches or toast for all 3 meals in the same day. Oh, I also let my kids play with pretty much anything, including this pipe, apparently.
As evidence, here is my child holding a pipe.
However, there may even be other parents nodding their heads as they read this, saying, “Oh that’s not so bad.”, so please allow me to share this list of the extra terrible parenting choices I have made in just three short years to assure you that I am, in fact, a terrible mother.
I need to get out more.
The other day I had plans for the evening. And not ‘pretending I have to pick something up from the store as an excuse to leave the house alone’ plans, but honest-to-goodness be-there-at-a-set-time-people-are-expecting-you plans. And you guys – I was excited. Like, ‘Yay! I get to go out tonight’ excited. Shower, dress up, do my makeup excited. Continue reading
I used to be the world’s worst grocery shopper. I would go to the store, wander randomly around the aisles, and put things that looked good or were on sale inside the cart. I would always go over budget, and then come home and my husband would complain there was no food. And when it was his turn to cook, he’d wonder why I didn’t buy anything that could make a meal. I would buy spaghetti sauce without the pasta, stir fry beef without any vegetables, 3 bags of potato chips and an eggplant. I was a terrible shopper.
Fast forward a few years. I chose to take a year off work to pursue acting, so we went down to one income and I was SO concerned because we spent a ton of money on food that we didn’t eat. I had to up my grocery shopping game and cut our grocery bill in HALF without starving anyone.
Turns out, it was easy. Continue reading
I used to think I had endless patience. And then I had a child.
Having kids has challenged my belief in how “amazingly patient” I am, and made me question everything. Because sometimes, kids can just drive you Up. The. Wall.
Take this morning for instance. Every morning I push Baby E in the stroller with two dogs tied around my waist, while 3 year old M either rides his scooter or bike along with us. Continue reading