Years ago I taught my very young child how to memorize something for school. I said:
Repetition is key. Write it down over and over again until you feel comfortable.
After some resistance and push back, she tried it out. Little girls, it seemed, were attracted to doodling with colorful markers.
The other day I went over to take Molly, the Schnoodle pup who just celebrated her 12th birthday, for a walk and then on to my house for a change of scenery.
(Scroll down and check out my Instragram feed of Molly’s head on my leg, preventing me from getting up and doing just about anything that day…)
Her female human is recuperating from a lengthy medical procedure and appreciated my offer to sit the pooch. The male human was at work.
As I entered the house, we exchanged some chit chat while simultaneously paying attention to a very barky Molly. Then, on my way out the door, my friend handed me a Tupperware container full of food.
A while ago I read a blog post where someone mentioned a phobia by a term that I didn’t recognize. So I looked it up in Wikipedia:
Trypophobia is an aversion to the sight of irregular patterns or clusters of small holes, or bumps.
This affected me in ways that are hard to explain. Continue reading
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
Last summer I got to spend a few quality days by myself when the kids went camping with their dad.
This was crucial to my mental health. It was like a recharge of my batteries.
Last summer I also got to spend an entire weekend alone with my boy, at a baseball tournament. We slept over in a college residence, ate some meals together, traveled in the car together. There wasn’t much time for bonding beyond those times since they played three games in one day, and one the night before and two the day after, but we were on our own, which is what I’m getting at.
This was good for me and hopefully just as good for my teen boy. Especially because these times are few and far between lately…
Well this week it’s girl’s week. 😍 The boys took off into the deep Canadian bush to hunt moose, so it’s just the girl child and me. For four full days. Continue reading
What is it about being a mom that makes us want to be self-sufficient and independent in every aspect and not ask for help?
My independence is crucial to my mental health.
There are times however when help is desired, or required. During illness, injury or maybe a broken car for example. We all know what it’s like to be pulled into different directions at the same time and having to rise above somehow.
Being able to control one’s schedule or plan, having all the ducks in a row so to speak, this is how I function. Waiting for others to contribute without instruction or direction doesn’t always work out in the desired outcome. Intuition plays a part here. Understanding habitual behaviour, especially about others, is important, as is knowing another person well and understanding their thinking, their limitations. It comes down to one crucial element in relationships: Continue reading
Once upon a time many moons ago I remember asking someone why they carry the dog poop all the way home when they could just throw it in the receptacle at the park.
“This way no one can accuse me of not picking up the dog poop,” was the answer. Continue reading
I think there’s something wrong with my brain.
Wednesday came and for the most part it was just a regular day. Until the new car was stolen.
Except, that’s not what happened.
It is my unsolicited opinion that there is a direct link between control and happiness.
But it’s more complicated than that. Because control is a loaded word that requires further analysis.
So does happiness.
I’m going to make this a 2-part series because otherwise, confusion will abound… 😂
Let’s start with control. Continue reading
Is getting all worked up a female trait? A mom trait? Or just a trait that some lucky people possess?