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The Chair

The chair is a brown lazy boy. It sits in the corner of the living room and was a gift from my parents. It’s big and comfy, inviting, and solid. Its size makes it great for sleeping in, and molds to the person using it. That chair is our spot. And has been since she…

Because, Love… even when there’s Barf.

I’m laying on my daughters single bed with her while she lays with her head at my feet and jams her toes in my butt. Bedtime is my least favourite time of day. It was going good for a couple of months and then Christmas holidays arrived and she got an ear infection which changed…

Is it January yet?

This week we’ve been getting reports of our little miss not listening in class or at her after school program. At first I was all NO SHE DI’INT. And then I had a look around at the stores, the snow, the decorations, the tree in our living room, the Elf on the shelf, and remembered…

Wordless Wednesday

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Better than Christmas

The streets were glowing with the light reflecting off of them as the rain drizzled down, threatening to end what had been deemed, in our house, the most exciting day of the year. She told me it was more exciting than Christmas. We’ll see when Christmas comes. I was woken that morning at 5:30 am with…

No One Wanted To Play With Me

We sat together in the big brown rocking chair, like we always do after school, and talked about her day. Her legs hung over mine, longer than they’ve ever been, reminding me of her growth and the way time flies. Every answer was “I forget” and “I don’t know” unless she was asked a specific…

Why Are You Staring?

I remember sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching TV, in the zone, and feeling eyes on me. Why did she stare at me so much? “WHAT?” “Nothing, I just like looking at you.” Weird, I thought, why did my mother look at me so much, so annoying. Doesn’t she have somewhere else to be?…

I’m THAT Mom

Last week we were invited to a school BBQ, an opportunity to meet the teacher, see the classroom, and mingle with other parents. We received a reminder call the night before, the little voices on the other end reminding us to bring money. I was giddy. You want more money? Ok! Anything! Just let me…

It Ended Perfectly

This weekend I found myself laying on the couch in a boo hoo emotional state after a friend returned home from New York. She had a blast. In a glass. She told me tales of people who had few family obligations, stories of clean houses, talked about wine on patios, and how great it tasted to…