The other day in the car we were listening to a soft rock station and this song Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi came on. I’m not really a fan of this song (but I do like some of Bon Jovi’s stuff) but this stupid song has been in my head for three days. Help me! 😮
I want to go see the movie Bohemian Rhapsody with the kids but the kids are too young. Will wait for it to come out on Netflix.
I was on strike for a day and a half. When the shit hit the fan and everything fell apart on Monday afternoon I canceled practice to ‘help‘ a kid with math.
I can’t remember grade 6 math. 🙄 Continue reading
Is getting all worked up a female trait? A mom trait? Or just a trait that some lucky people possess?
Today, I’m annoyed.
This didn’t happen immediately upon waking up, nor did I expect to feel annoyed later. We actually had a fantastic weekend, and I had a good sleep, woke up in a pleasant mood, had coffee while everyone else slept in, and bonus: the outdoor public pool was open and lessons a go. It had maintenance issues most of last week, cancelling lessons and swim club twice, which annoyed me then.
But not this morning. This morning I was in a happy mood.
About a week ago I started seeing a physio-therapist to help me deal with some muscle tension in my neck, right arm and upper back.
Do you have some odd or quirky way of doing things in your household that some people think is weird?
My family often thinks that I’m odd and quirky. I used to think that I’m the only one, but it appears that this is simply not so. Some of the blogs I have discovered in the last few months proves this to me. There are women like me out there who agonize over things that don’t seem to preoccupy the general population but bother people like me.
So when this thing happened last night, I didn’t feel quite so odd anymore.
Allow me to elaborate: Continue reading
General house maintenance that includes seasonal work (gardening) but not housework (i.e. vacuuming) needs to be put on a calendar in this house. Continue reading
This morning, my partner says to me “will you do a white wash today?”
Why, was my response. Oh, he doesn’t have any more of those white tshirts he sometimes wears.
I do a quick check in the drawers to reassure myself that it’s not possible he’s out of undershirts, expecting a disarray of tshirts mixed up with other clothing, and I see neatly folded non-white tshirts and an empty spot where the white tshirts are usually stowed.
Oops. Continue reading