It’s out there, the beauty

Without a doubt, one of the hardest times of my life was when my mother was dying in the hospital. Knowing her time was limited and having all these things I wanted to say to her but couldn’t, because she simply could not comprehend, was agonizing. It drained me; in the evenings, after a day…

Bad day

I am having a really bad day. I’m struggling to keep it all together. My thoughts are jumbled, my nose is stuffed and my eyes are puffy. There is too much noise in my brain. Today I am completely overwhelmed by Oliver. When he has good days, they’re good, and he’s a great kid; so…

Two Things

Thing Number One It’s that time of year again…it’s Gnocchi Night at the Italian Hall. Every year, a handful of Nonnas get together and make sweet, sweet gnocchi’s with their beautiful Italian gnocchi-making hands. They make hundreds upon hundreds of them, and folks buy tickets and paint their faces real pretty, puff their hair up…

Husband, take note…

By the time four p.m. rolls around, I am usually hanging on by a wing and a prayer over here – something my children can keenly sense. Knowing full-well that Mummy is rapidly making her downward descent, they either turn into animals or emotional basket cases, depending on if they have napped that day and…

You don’t win friends with salad

My husband is one of the pickiest adult eaters I have ever met. The list of things he doesn’t eat is longer than the list of things he does and there are many foods that he refuses to touch despite the fact that they have never passed his lips before, ever. Simply put, Dave likes…

My mind is on the blink*

All of the cleaning and scrubbing and furniture moving and working like crazy to make this place look decent on top of parenting two children and cooking and laundry and errand running caught up with me yesterday, slamming into me full-force like a Mac truck. I’m tired. Bone tired. Achy, creaky, zombie tired. I’m at…

I kind of miss my youthful ignorance

You know those times when you figure something out, or when something suddenly makes sense to you, or you realize that something is actually thiswhen all this time you’ve thought it was that? And when it hits you, you’re all, A-ha! It all makes sense now! My mom used to call them ‘A-ha! moments’, which,…

Legs feel like Jello…

I have done so much cleaning this week my legs are permanently shaky. My hands are dry and chapped from cleaning products and rubber gloves and I’ve given up on wearing perfume because the odour radiating from my pores is a mixture of Lysol and bleach. Hug me and I’ll disinfect you. Every night this…