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Sing me a lullaby


Today was ‘one of those days.’ Although, truth be told, most days actually run into the other and are seemingly ALL ‘One of those days’. The rare days are the ones free of fits, tantrums, battle of wills and pure exhaustion. And let’s face it, they just don’t come around very often – not when living with a 3.5 year old.
Suffice it to say – it was ‘one of those not so rare days‘ starting at the crack of dawn WITH (drum roll please) a complete and total break down. Tears, screaming, complete and total fit central. Continue reading Sing me a lullaby

SuperMom or SuperFail


Yesterday was one of those days. One of those “I feel like a failure” kinda’ve days. You know them well, any parent has them I’m sure. Most days I am quite sane and can logically reason and know that I am a loving, attentive parent who is doing the best she can for her children. Then there are those days that I am illogical and take everything to heart and feel as though I am the worst of all parents in the world!

I recently took a new position at work, which comes with its pros and cons. Pros – I no longer work shift work – Cons – for the kids it feels like I’m gone a whole lot more. 4 days in a row every single week.

It’s been three weeks and has been a huge adjustment for the kids, and if I’m honest me as well!

Thus brings us to yesterday. Continue reading SuperMom or SuperFail


A heart of thankfulness

SO ~ I have been offered and consequently have accepted a position. I will now be a program facilitator running programming for parents and their children.  Sky is the limit for the type of programming ~ everything from learning to cook and pamper the Momma’s with pedicures time! The job is perfect for me and its only 22 hrs a week so I won’t have to be gone from Jude too much. From all that I can currently tell the team I will be working with is great, there’s a family oriented dynamic and they seem to all connect and support one another ~ just what I was looking for.

HOWEVER ~ I am not over the moon excited… and why is that?  The answer is obvious – I need to leave my baby boy every week for 22 hrs…. how will I cope?

Continue reading A heart of thankfulness

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

Wade and I went on a date last night celebrating 7 years of marriage. Dinner and a movie was on the roster for the evening. Jude went for supper to my parents and then home to bed where his Aunty and Uncle babysat. It was a fun evening. Although my meal was a huge disappointment. THEN the early show was sold out.. 🙁 sad. SO Wado convinced me to stay up late and go see the ten o’clock show… yikes… I do not do well with late! BUT we were celebrating after all. 🙂

So we went and saw ‘The Help’ – I cried, laughed, got angry, was appalled and ashamed – mostly I cried. All in all it was a fabulous movie and and incredible reminder of where we were as a human race, and how low people can go. What disturbs the most is that after all these years there are still people who maintain these views of people of other nationalities. However, this post is not about racism – so let me stop before I digress any further. Bottom line – watch the movie! Continue reading You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

Has the race begun?

Remember a while back when I talked about Mom’s comparing?  How it all starts when we’re pregnant?  How much weight have YOU gained? 😉  Or not even asking just secretly hating all the preggo women that look tiny EVERYWHERE except for that itsy bitsy bump… while we walk around blimps… then baby arrives and we compare labour – ‘I did it natural.. no drugs for this super Momma~’ comparing baby’s birth weight, height, size of noggins… It just never ends does it? Your baby is too big,an Ompaloompa!  BABY DIET!!!!  or your baby is sooo tiny (not horrible if its a girl but heaven forbid it be a small boy…) Constant comparison.  How you parent, how your child eats, what he eats, when he eats.. Breast – bottle.. cloth  – disposable. AHHHH you just want to throw your hands up and say WHY CAN’T WE JUST ALL BE DIFFERENT! But given our society – the need to be like the Jone’s – it starts somewhere!  Apparently in utero. Continue reading Has the race begun?