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The saga continues with me and my appliances. Continue Reading


Freedom, with a touch of loneliness

They left.

The van was full, the kids were happy, and their little surprise lunchboxes, which they were instructed not to open until they were on the highway, were stowed carefully within reach by their seats.

I stood on the porch in my nightgown and waved goodbye. Hugs and kisses were exchanged numerous times before, and all I had to do now was wave.

“Bye bye!” they yelled. “Miss you already!” they screeched.

I returned inside to fill a watering can for my drooping flowers on the front porch. While I waited for it to fill I contemplated if I should colour my hair this morning, or go to the salon tomorrow.

Today is a holiday in Canada, the second last long weekend of summer.

I’ll stay home, I said to myself. Make coffee, write, putter around. Wash the grey outa my hair.

I took my watering can to the front porch and just as I emptied it, the van pulled back into the driveway. Continue Reading

I am a SAHM and I have no MOJO, so I should do the NaBloPoMo

I seem to do the same thing every single day.

I create lists. I make food. I eat food. I run out of food. I shop for food. I parent kids. I do all the laundry and it still is never done. The dishes…dirty ones, clean ones, dirtier ones…they will be the end of me.  (Note to self: create a new list of chores for kids to do regularly, not just sporadically, or *later*.)

Suddenly, it’s time for them to come home from hockeyringettegymnasticsschoolwork and they want to eat and I start all over again.

So here is my first blog post for November. It’s not the first of the month, but it’s the first Monday of the month and that’s ok by me.

Today I’m posting on my blog.