Because motherhood will never be a perfect science

Happy Mother’s Day

Remember all those sleepless nights when they were scared of the dark or a thunder storm and you stayed up with them until they fell asleep?

Remember when their chubby little hands first grasped your finger and your heart at the same time?

Remember the first time you welcomed them to their new home and they knew they were loved?

Remember when they scraped their knee or broke their arm and you comforted them and cried with them?

Remember their first broken heart or lost friendship and the tears you dried?

Remember the numerous times you lay awake waiting for their call or the sound of the key in the lock promising to kill them but grateful they were safe?

Remember giving them tough love and hard advice then providing hugs as required?

Remember your insecurity at being a mom and doubting you would ever figure this thing out even though everyone else obviously knew what they were doing?

Remember every time they said “I love you Mommy” and your heart filled to the point of bursting?

Ya…that’s why today is your day.

Happy Mother’s day!

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When did that happen?

It was Diva girl’s birthday last week. Eleven years old! What the hell? When did that happen?

Wasn’t I just changing diapers and wiping runny noses just yesterday?

Now I’m telling her to turn off her tablet or Nintendo whatchamacallit or to stop hitting her sister or…not to forget that I’m her mother not one of her friends.

Ugh…I’m saying stuff like that now. Her questions are answered with “because I said so…” and “I don’t need a reason…just do it” and quite a few ” don’t make me say it twice…”


I have become my mother.

But I realize that no matter how cool you may be, parenting can strip the cool factor right off you. Despite the laugh fests, shopping days or bike rides. Or the movie dates and tickle wars…at some point in your parenthood you will become that parent. The one that says ‘no’ or has to hand out the discipline or call them out in front of a friend because they’ve crossed a line…

You lose a couple of degrees in the popularity ranking. Its inevitable I guess.

We’re not even at the teen years yet…

Pass the wine please.

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Bathroom buddies

As parents we know that bathroom time does not equate to private time. This is the time when your child feels that the most important conversations of the day should happen. So instead of complaining about what we already know, I’ve provided some examples of the conversations my children choose to have when I have been…





Baby girl: “Mommy I don’t want the rest of my breakfast.”

Me: “Is your tummy full?”

Baby girl: “Yes, can I have a cookie?”

Soccer Diva:”Mommy I think my nose is disappearing.”


Soccer Diva:”Well…the skin is peeling.”

Me: “It should still be there when I’m done. I’ll look at it then.”

Both in an argument: “She hit me!” “NO I didn’t!” “Yes you did!” “You pulled my hair!” “MOMMY!”

Me: “Okay…just wait right there. I’m going to pull both your hair as soon as I’m done”


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Hello There 2018

Happy New Year!

Hope your celebrations whether quite loud or very low key were wonderful.

Here’s to a new year of growth; motherhood; kids; families and trying to figure just who the heck you are.

I have no sage words of wisdom to offer…

Except to embrace this year and to focus on having a positive outlook.

Me? I’ve got big plans…

I thought might try growing up.

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Its the Holidays!

Happy Holidays everyone!

Wishing the best to you and yours for the New Year.

We’ve got a lot catch up on.

Let’s chat next year.

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Its My Birthday

It’s my birthday.

I’m blessed.

I’m older.

Holy crap…I’m older!

But so blessed.

When the hell did I get this old???

I’m pretty sure I saw a few wrinkles.

Oh geez…I’m closer to fifty than I was yesterday.

I’m very blessed.

It’s my birthday.

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September 2017

Well…the first blush of back to school has worn off.

Let’s be honest…it wore off in the first week. By Friday I had two very cranky children on my hands.

Three weeks in and now we’ve graduated to grumpy faces, whining and “5 more minutes Mommy, please!”

I don’t blame them though…

Some mornings I hit the snooze button so many times it’s almost become an Olympic sport.

At least the weather has been pretty great. We got the summer weather we’ve been waiting for ALL SUMMER!

Shorts and t-shirts and sunscreen. Thirty-two degrees Celsius…What a scorcher!

Until yesterday…when we left the house and turned the heat on in the car.

Nothing like a fresh Autumn morning to remind you that your nearly non-existent summer is over.

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Back to School 2017

Back to school is right around the corner and the kids are so excited. 


Ya right. They’re filled with dread. Homework, rules, structure, homework…

Parents are happy though, right? Of course!

Fighting to get the kids in bed on time. Fighting to get them up on time. Yelling to get them out of the house on time. Making lunches every day. Asking them why they didn’t eat the lunch you made. 




Let’s hear it for back to school!

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In between 

Two weeks of summer break left and I feel as if I never even got started. I finally have a week off…the last week of the kids break. It’s not ideal but at least it’s something…I guess. As I sit here on a bench at the Waterpark while the girls run wild with their dad and their cousins it hits me once again how much I long to stay home with them. Find some type of career that will allow me to spend more quality time with them and also work towards my own goals. The sun is warm and I feel at peace amongst the chaos of all these families trying to squeeze in the last bit of summer fun. I wonder if I’m broken somehow.  I want to find a fulfilling job outside of the corporate world while still providing a sufficient contribution to the family finances but I have absolutely no idea how to go about it and there are times when I’m too scared to make a move. This ‘in between’ feeling is brutal. Fear of failure holding me back once again while I tell my children not to be afraid to try new things.


Something’s gotta give.

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Have You Ever…

Have you ever wanted to just quit your job?

When I was without children I would never have stayed at a job I didn’t like. But now with 2 kids and a new home, I feel stuck. Not because of them but because it feels selfish to leave a job I’ve had for 11 years with no real backup plan. The hubby says “if you’re that unhappy just leave…we’ll figure it out” but I still can’t do it.  I’m trapped in my own “what if” nightmare. What if one of us gets sick? What if we have an emergency?  What if he loses his job? What if interest rates go up (they are by the way)? The “what ifs” are killing me. But what is more painful is the massive ball of misery pressing on my chest each morning as I sit in front of my computer and try to sort through my priorities for the day.  But who am I to be so ungrateful?  I have a job right? Why should I pray for a handsome package and some time off? How lazy am I? Then I look at how fast my kids are growing up  and wonder if it’s ok to be just a little bit selfish if it meant more quality time with them.

Just wondering  when I should be sleeping…


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