I’d like to file a complaint! Who do I talk to?

Someone forgot to give me the manual and I don’t know what I’m doing!

There is no possible way anyone can expect me to know how to deal with growing children.

GIRLS…I might add

What? Just because I am one?

No way! They’re not built the way the used to be!

Moody, weepy, overly sensitive (ok, that’s me too), playing one minute and trying to kill each other the next.

They talk back and roll their eyes. One raised eyebrow and hands on hips and act like they’re the boss!

What the heck?

Now, I’m getting questions about life that I’m not even sure I’m ready to answer.

How the heck should I know?

I haven’t even figured it out yet!

I feel like I’m assembling my very first kitchen table from IKEA.

That was an experience, but this child rearing business takes the cake.

So, whoever has my manual better give it back…

Because apparently there are NO REFUNDS!

Writing a Book

Writing a Book


I decided to write a book.

As soon as I made the decision…and I mean truly committed to not only the decision but the action of writing a book…


Who the heck am I to write a book?

Who the heck wants to read anything I would write?

My writing sucks!

And so on…came the self-doubt!

But I’ve learned a lot over the past few years about how doubt and fear can sabotage your goals and I am fighting a daily battle with both so that I can move forward.

I will not allow myself to stop before I’ve even tried!

It’s amazing now, how many book ideas have flowed into my psyche since I made this decision

Now…how the heck am I going to write all of these books???

Almost Back to School

Almost Back to School

Time really does fly doesn’t it?

I mean with wings and all!

One day it was Baby Girl’s 5th birthday and the next we are in August and I’m going through their closets to determine what is needed for back to school.


Back to the regular routine and rushing the girls every morning to get ready…

Arguing about clothes, breakfast and moving just a little faster.

We’ve had a really good summer, I guess that’s why I’m having a hard time thinking about getting back into the school routine.

Who knows…

Maybe it’ll be me that has to be told to hurry up and eat my breakfast on that first day.



I love how my almost 3 year old works so hard to put her shoes on every morning and they almost always end up on the wrong feet. I rarely ever change it, because when she’s done, she stands up with all the pride of a toddler and really…who cares?

I love how my 6 year old is so much the older sister now. She scolds, she chastises and she tattles when her sister refuses to listen, and even if it’s something that I might say is not so bad, I will then get a slight lecture as to why her sister isn’t supposed to be doing whatever it is she’s doing.

I love how both my children get silly around bath time, when I’m exhausted and all I want to do is get them ready for bed. One of them says or does something silly to make the other one laugh and they both fall on the bed in a fit of giggles. I’m pretty much on the edge of irritation and past the outer limits of fatigue, but they just look at my serious face and collapse into laughter. How can I resist the smile that is fighting its way to my face?

I love how a long day and all of its frustrations can melt away as soon as I see my kids.

I love how they love unconditionally and shower me with hugs and kisses and sometimes never knowing that it was exactly the right time because maybe I was stressed or sad about something.

I love how they are able to bounce back after a ‘big’ fight and play and hug as if there was never a problem.

I love how having these 2 crazy and wonderful kids puts all other things in my life into perspective. Whenever things get too heavy, I just have to remind myself of what’s important and then I just focus and work on getting things done.

I love how being a mom provides you with continuous opportunities to learn; about yourself, your kids and your partner.

I love how every day with kids, is a new day, never boring, sometimes challenging, but always worth it.



Diva girl has always been a talker. Ever since the age of 18 months she has been talking in complete sentences and people always stop to ask me how old she, because she speaks so well.

My baby is a genius…OBVIOUSLY.

However, this stroke of genius can sometimes be a double edged sword. It is cute and cutting at the same time.

Cute: when she was 3 years old and would spend the night or weekend at Nana’s. She would call me every so often. If she got the answering machine she would say: “Hi Mommy, How you doin’? Good. See you tomorrow!”  It was so cute how she would ask and answer her own question and it was also cute that she ALWAYS  said see you tomorrow even when she knew it was time to come home. Did I not tell you the child is smart?

Cutting: when she is sent to her room as the consequence of inappropriate behavior she does not back down from the argument….EVER! she also will talk all the way to her room until she sees me on my way up the stairs then she yells the rest of her argument down at me as she makes a quick escape to her room.


Yes, my Diva girl is a very smart girl who an amazing vocabulary for one so young. Maybe she’ll be a lawyer? She can argue my insanity plea, since I’ll probably lose my mind by then!

I love being a mom!

No really, I’m not being sarcastic here…

Okay, maybe just a little.



One of my favourite times of day is early in the morning when I first wake up. One or both of the kids always ends up in the bed with me at some time during the night. (I’ve stopped fighting that battle!) I love looking at them sprawled out as if they own the bed. Totally oblivious to the discomfort I experienced during the night as I clung to the edge while they snored like little truckers. They somehow are totally in sync with each other, so that as one turns the other does too into a comfortable and mutual position making room for elbows, knees and heads. Oh…every so often they miss a turn and bump into each other and cry out in mild discomfort only to fall back asleep. But then they get back into their groove and Baby girl’s diapered posterior rests comfortably on Diva girl’s head or an arm is thrown over a chest or a leg across the stomach. No matter the position they are at rest and it’s amazing to watch. They are so peaceful in those moments…

I watch them lovingly, as I try to straighten out the kink in my back and the pain in my neck, wondering what I did with the Advil.

Sigh…I love being a mom.