I thought maybe rabid honey badgers had been let into my house to open packages/food, but no, just my kids. Hasn't anyone done a YouTube tutorial showing you can open a cereal box without tearing it to shreds? So far online all the updates have been Rudolph to the extreme, shiny and bright. Playing board … Continue reading Day Two: My Kids Open Packages With a Weed Wacker, Apparently
It seems I have time on my hands. Lots of time. Nothing but time, really. The dog's going to be getting a lot of walks in these coming weeks. Yesterday, my employer made the difficult decision to shut down his business for, as of right now, two weeks. It's a health club, one-on-one personal training. … Continue reading Day One Self-Isolation: Everything is Shiny and Bright
Seriously, put on the sunscreen, Magda.
Wow. It's been a while. Funny how things that are important drop to the wayside when other things like life get in the way. Oh, I know. If it's important to you, you make time for it. Like self-care, right? Which, I guess is true but from a privileged standpoint. That single mom doesn't exactly … Continue reading Tap Tap Tap…. Is This Thing On?
December 2007 Fwap Fwap Fwap It was a lull in the conversation that allowed us to hear it. Fwap Fwap Fwap Five pairs of eyes immediately dropped to the floor, honing in on the orange and brown candy wrapper partially protruding from the plastic vent cover, now flapping not-so-quietly because the heat had come on. … Continue reading The Great Canadian Halloween Candy Heist
The thing is, you don't necessarily see the turn in the road until it's upon you. I wasn't expecting a turn in my road. My road has already been quite turny this year, I have had enough turns. It's, in fact, more like a tangled ball of yarn I've been desperately trying to unknot but … Continue reading As The Road Turns
There were a few articles going around earlier in the spring about how you only have 18 summers with your kids. Eighteen summers to discover, explore, barbecue, travel, camp, splash at splash pads, swing at the park, roast marshmallows, swim ... so, you know, you better make the best of it. Please stop. While I … Continue reading You Didn’t Just F*ck Up One of Your 18 Summers With Your Kids