It began, as these things do with a house tour on a blog. There I was, just clicking ‘next’, assessing the featured homeowner’s placement of furniture and art, when I came upon an image of her bedroom showcasing a bed with a fabric headboard cover. It was not of the (pre) upholstered ilk that you […]Read more "Saturday Night’s Alright for Sewing"
(A continuation of the previous tale, The Blur: Oh is it Halloween, I forgot to care) After three days of not thinking about how to be in three places at once on Saturday, Friday night arrived and I realized my logistical nightmare could no longer be ignored. I had a small foretaste of the following […]Read more "Saturday: The Art of Not Being in Three Places at Once"
2017 marks the first Halloween on record that I failed to take a single picture of my costume-wearing spawn. I’m living in a new continuum of time that I’ve decided to call ‘The Blur.’ Sure, all of parenting, all of life, really, could be described as a blur of days folding into one another punctuated […]Read more "The Blur: Oh is it Halloween, I forgot to care"
Two summers ago, as we eked our way across the nothingness that is lower Saskatchewan, returning from yet another 8000km/4000mi+ journey to the Heartland, I knew with frightening certainty that we would not repeat the feat in 2017. Sometimes when in the midst of a trying situation we humans say things like ‘well I’m never […]Read more "Flying the Friendly Skies"
An email appeared in my disregarded inbox. The boys’ school wanted to thank parent volunteers for offering their time during the school year by giving them tea and coffee and having them sit in a gym for an hour. I mentally reviewed the contribution I’d made over the course of the year to either boy’s […]Read more "On Being Dumber than a Fourth Grader"
A few days, or possibly weeks slash months, ago I had the distinct privilege of setting foot in my local shopping mall. For the purpose of returning a bathing suit. If we’ve had coffee once in the last four years, you might be familiar with my ongoing saga-drama-habit of spending hours looking for a bathing […]Read more "The Most Hideous Woman in the World"
I picked Percy up from school yesterday and he handed me a de rigueur ‘Mother’s Day is Sunday’ confection carved out of bright yellow and red cardstock. ‘It’s a boat! With sails!’ I exclaimed, gazing at the red trapezoidal shape and the two yellow hand-shaped cut outs serving as sails. ‘No, it’s a flower pot,’ he […]Read more "The White Board"
The wide world of multiple-kid sports opened its all consuming doors to us this year. After a vaguely pyramid-scheme-ish dalliance with karate and its monthly payments and timed progression of colored belts, we convinced the Gort to pass on the kata and give indoor soccer a try. And the Hen, having declared his intent to […]Read more "A boy named Jose"