This book doesn't encourage you to not give a beep about ANYTHING.... it shows you how to direct your time and energy towards the things that are worth giving a beep about.
Every once and a while I like to do a little update post with some behind the scenes of what's been going on around here!
Life has been crazy. In fact, saying we've been busy would be an understatement. And no, I am not one of those people who wear "busy" like it's a badge of honour. Personally l like it when things slow down and we're able to stop and smell the roses every now and again!
Hopefully after this week, there will be more time for rose smelling... because this Mama is craving some quality family time!
I normally keep things pretty positive around here. But today, I just need to get some things off my chest. It’s been weighing on me for a while now, and well… something needs to be said.
Today I am writing this post because the internet has been pissing me right off. Yes, that’s right the internet. Specifically, the people on the internet.
More specifically, the topic and issues that are getting so much attention from mothers.
Day after day I find myself scrolling through my newsfeed asking myself, “why do they even care?”
Let me explain.
Surrounding yourself with positive, supportive women who believe there is enough success to go around can make all the difference in the world!
But there is something else I wish for them. Something that I am starting to realize JUST how lucky I am to have.
There will be a time when the kids are all grown-up. When co-parenting, child support, vacation schedules and all the tedious conversations that come with blended family life will no longer be part of your day-to-day. But that also means your house won't be full of laughter, and pitter patter of little feet. The dinner table will be empty, the mini stick tournaments, wrestling matches and movie nights will become just a memory.
Over the past several months I’ve tried to play it cool when people ask whether or not we are going to have another baby. “We’re not trying to, but we’re not trying not to”. “We’re so busy, who knows if we can handle another child”. “Someday for sure, just waiting for the perfect time”
“We’re going to wait until after [insert next big event here] to start trying. The truth is, we have been trying for several months. Hard. And we've had no luck.
Over the past few months I've been contemplating the future of this blog. Since I have made the commitment to be completely transparent with all of you, today I thought I'd give you a little update on the direction I am going to take. Because well... this blog is as much for you as it is for me.
I am someone who love a fresh start... any chance to reflect, plan and regroup. Monday's, September, January, the beginning of a new month. They all make me giddy!So giddy that this time, I'm not waiting for the beginning of 2017 to get started! I'm starting right NOW!
It's a work in progress. And just like "real" parenting, in step-parenting, somedays are just freaking shitty.
Anywho, a few nights ago, we were sitting at my in-laws house, relaxing after a crazy day when we realized that our two-year-old did what two-year-olds do.... She pooped.
Rock paper scissors...
Paper covers rock
Sweet! My husband was on diaper duty!
I sat back, all ready to pour a glass of vino and a lightbulb went off in my head!
I forgot the diapers at home. Yep! it was 8:50pm on Saturday night and I had a shitty baby sans diapers!
I wanted to snap. I was so disappointed in myself and honestly my husband wasn't that thrilled with me either. All we had were three swim diapers and if you're familiar with them, they don't hold jack(shit).
As a blogger, one of my favourite things to do is sip on my morning coffee and scroll through the latest blog posts from my favourite Blogging Websites.
Facebook, being the creepily perceptive beast that it is, has tuned into this favourite pastime of mine, and tailored my newsfeed accordingly.
However, as I scroll through my newsfeed, sipping on my java, I notice a very clear pattern in the parenting blogging world.
As I am sure you’ve noticed, social media, bloggers and parenting experts have done a phenomenal (and I use that term loosely) job at categorizing the different types of parents.
A couple weeks ago, my husband and I were lucky enough to get away to one of our favourite places... The French River.
We are members of a houseboat up there.
Now before you say get this picture of a luxorious houseboat in your head, you need to know this thing is a bit of monstrosity. It's about the next best thing to sleeping on the ground!
Either way, we love it. It's by far our favourite place in the world. But like I said, it's roughing it. You're parked in nature, a pretty decent boat ride away from anything civilized.
With all the joys of going off the grid, come certain risks. Risks like rodents and reptiles. Snakes and mice to be exact.
Hey there!
Well, we are officially in our summer groove over here!
We just wrapped up our first week with the kids and it was full everything that summer should be!
Ice cream runs, batting cages, beach days, sleep-ins, and some serious giggles!
(My stepchildren come every other week, so because of the schedule, our official summer kick-off was a bit delayed)
For some reason, I'm more excited about summer than I have been for the longest time. I feel like a kid again! I think it has something to do my husband and I making an intentional mindset shift.
Lately, there has been all sorts of bad news around us. People getting sick, tragic accidents, shootings, riots, you name it.
Comments in the thread below were full of other moms, giving each other virtual high-fives and pats on the back.
Part of me chuckled at these status updates because they made me feel less guilty. But another part of me became a little annoyed and a little jealous.
Here is where the double standard between moms and stepmoms rears its ugly head.