My poor little blog.
I just noticed that I haven't payed it any attention since the 15th of November! The 15th! that's like, 15 days ago!
I have also neglected to include a post on my darling grumpy 3 year old turning 4, and the queen mum visiting from Canada (eh?)
le sigh
That's life as a mum of three rowdy kids! Some months are light and airy, other months you wonder who tied the cinder blocks to your legs.
I'm riding a wave of depression this week. The week started rough, with the queen leaving. I yoga'd myself into a happy state and now I'm riding the calm. The happy place. The place of peace and inner OM...
I love this state and wish I could be here every week, every day, every hour. I know it won't last long. I've been doing yoga all week, despite my body crying for a Jillian Michaels session. It actually got me wondering if I could do yoga full time. Ya know, as a *GASP* job. This could be my inner Hippie talking again. It's the wave I'm in. The mood could ride out at anytime.
I've been in a Christmas state of mind, dying for the Christmas decorations to be pulled out...which I did on Monday when I kept the kids home (sick of course!) Saturday we'll get a tree, Sunday we'll decorate it. The next few weeks, I'll finish shopping. Excited is way to plain for how I feel!
With the waves I've been in recently, it got me thinking that maybe I need to return back to God. Okay, before you all go, oh Jesus. My idea of God is very different from most people. I'm not going to get into it. Let's just say, I believe in everything. Anyway, the word 'Quaker' got whispered to me this month and I've done my research and think I might of found a home. Now before you think I've totally flipped my marbles, I've just been thinking. I'm going to a meeting this week. That's all. I'm not one for Sunday gatherings, but I really think this is an answer for me.
These waves of depression have really really been sinking me lately and I don't know how much more on my own I can do. I'm looking for a life line and feel it coming. I'll let you all know how I get on.
I finally heard news this week that I've been waiting to hear. I have a year and a half left before we move back home. This is HUGE for me. I'm the type of cancer (the sign) that needs home. That needs a place of roots and stability. I need it bad. To know that in less then 2 years I'll have that, puts me in a state of giddy.
I'm not sure where home is going to be. But there will be a house. There will be a place of our own. There will be a permanent roof over our heads. The house will be filled with love. That's all that matters to me. If I had my little way, we'd be moving to Scotland and living off the sea and Clottie dumplings. But we go where hubby works and that is that. le sigh.
The kids are growing like weeds and as I said in the first few lines, Mario has turned 4. I can't believe it's been 4 years since my little grump entered the world. I use the term grump, with as much love as I can. For he truly is a grump. He is his Grandpa Mike to the core. We love him despite the scowl.
My dear family and friends back home. I miss you all very much and homesick is starting to get the best of me. I miss your faces and your voices. I miss your laughter and your joy that you bring us. I miss seeing your children grow and your families change. I miss being able to visit you when ever I want and you spending time at my house. I hope you are all well.
I'm going to try to do an advent blog posting spree. not sure what on. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
take care
xo
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Save the Children
Everyday I see a commercial trying to get me to 'save the children'. Send in my money and please save the children. You know, I'm not a mean person. I love to help, it's in my blood. But these commercials just make me upset.
You know how we-the people, can save the children?! By adopting them. If the process of adoption was easier we could really save some children. I get that there are sick and twisted people out there that would love some needy children, to exploit and hurt. I get that. But through the muck of that, there are people out there that would give limbs to have a child.
You know; no matter how much money I gave, these children would still be in a state of 'need'. They really would. I know a lot of these children are not up for adoption, but as a mother I hope that another mother would see the opportunity to help her child and let them be adopted. I know I would.
There has to be a way to weed out the nasty people and let the good ones through. There just has to be a way. We are so blessed to live in a 'wealthy' part of the world, which allows us to provide for others. So why isn't this an option? Why???
These commercials are breaking my heart, especially when the child is close in age to my own. I have so much to give and I know you do to! I wish these countries would start giving qualified parents a shot and let these children go to good homes, homes that would truly help their situation.
Maybe adoption isn't the best way, what do you think?
xo
You know how we-the people, can save the children?! By adopting them. If the process of adoption was easier we could really save some children. I get that there are sick and twisted people out there that would love some needy children, to exploit and hurt. I get that. But through the muck of that, there are people out there that would give limbs to have a child.
You know; no matter how much money I gave, these children would still be in a state of 'need'. They really would. I know a lot of these children are not up for adoption, but as a mother I hope that another mother would see the opportunity to help her child and let them be adopted. I know I would.
There has to be a way to weed out the nasty people and let the good ones through. There just has to be a way. We are so blessed to live in a 'wealthy' part of the world, which allows us to provide for others. So why isn't this an option? Why???
These commercials are breaking my heart, especially when the child is close in age to my own. I have so much to give and I know you do to! I wish these countries would start giving qualified parents a shot and let these children go to good homes, homes that would truly help their situation.
Maybe adoption isn't the best way, what do you think?
xo
Thursday, 10 November 2011
the butt of God's jokes
okay seriously, I'm sure I posted 3 posts since my last one...but see none of them. Guess I didn't hit 'publish' or maybe I dreamed them? Anyway..
I'm getting really really tired of being the butt of God's jokes. I really am. It has gone beyond the point of 'bad day'. The 'bad days' I have are so to the point where they have to be for some bodies comic relief.
This morning I prepared myself for a busy day. I was to be at the hospital at 9:50 for a hospital appointment for Mario. At 8:30ish I had double checked my purse for things I would need, the kids were ready and waiting, I just needed the keys. Where are those keys. I might misplace a lot of things, keys are not one of them. I NEVER misplace my keys. I'm a fanatic about time, and misplaced keys means having to be late. I under no circumstance will ever ever be late for anything. Seriously I have issues.
After 10 minutes of searching there are no keys. Hubby says he doesn't have them. Now I'm mad because a) I'm going to have to cancel the appointment and b) am going to be late to drop the princess off at school unless we run.
Run to school with kids (strangely the car doors are open and I'm able to get the stroller). Drop off the princess race home to cancel the appointment. The nurse at the hospital in her own special way told me I was being silly not coming and I should find a way to get there. She tells me another nurse will call me back to reschedule. Next nurse calls me to basically tell me to get in now, because I won't be able to get in until December. Really?! seriously, really?! After making me feel like shit she tells me she'll call me back....great, I look forward to it. Call back and they can see me next week. Great, hopefully I will have keys then. I'm taking this as a sign as the car hasn't been feeling well and the engine is sick and I was really nervous about going anyway (it's a 20 minute drive in good traffic-in our area there is no good traffic!) so what ever.
After I calm down I check the boys, 1 is sitting nicely watching TV the other is sitting on the table tossing raisins around like confetti at a wedding. Clean mess. Decide I need a tea. make tea, sit down, washer starts beeping. fix washer, sit down, dryer starts beeping. Fix dryer, sit down, dog starts barking. Shut dog up, sit down. oh look it's just about time to shut off the tv. gulp tea, turn off tv. Go and play with the boys.
Luigi decided that I needed a lesson in crash em up and I get smacked in the head with a train..twice. Time to get changed I think. Oh look the clean shirt (white) I put on this am has grease on it. great. After playing a bit more I head down to make lunch. What's that noise? oh someone played with the dishwasher buttons and it's running now. There is no cancel button, so it's washing it's self. As there aren't any dishes in it. Get a pot and smash my finger in the drawer, put on stove smack head on the head on the range.
Over this day, is way to plain for how I feel.
Now a normal person would be like 'hey, I'm having a shitty day' I on the other hand have these days once a week. I am now thinking it's beyond having a bad day. I'm tired of doing this every week and feeling at the total end of my rope. It leaves me tired and highly irritable. every week. seriously here.
I know a lot of you are religious and are thinking I need to go to church. I believe in God. Don't get me wrong. But the way I believe in faith is not how most people believe in faith. There is sadly no church for those who believe in all faiths. There is no spiritual house.
I am tired of not being able to let go. I'm tried of being on edge. I am tired of this practical joke. I keep hearing 'this too will pass' well you know what?! it's not f'n passing!
I'm now going to enjoy my bacon samich, put the monster baby to bed, put more TV on for Mario and indulge in a large serving of chocolate. maybe have a nap. As for this mess I call my house. I think it can wait until tomorrow.
Oy
I'm getting really really tired of being the butt of God's jokes. I really am. It has gone beyond the point of 'bad day'. The 'bad days' I have are so to the point where they have to be for some bodies comic relief.
This morning I prepared myself for a busy day. I was to be at the hospital at 9:50 for a hospital appointment for Mario. At 8:30ish I had double checked my purse for things I would need, the kids were ready and waiting, I just needed the keys. Where are those keys. I might misplace a lot of things, keys are not one of them. I NEVER misplace my keys. I'm a fanatic about time, and misplaced keys means having to be late. I under no circumstance will ever ever be late for anything. Seriously I have issues.
After 10 minutes of searching there are no keys. Hubby says he doesn't have them. Now I'm mad because a) I'm going to have to cancel the appointment and b) am going to be late to drop the princess off at school unless we run.
Run to school with kids (strangely the car doors are open and I'm able to get the stroller). Drop off the princess race home to cancel the appointment. The nurse at the hospital in her own special way told me I was being silly not coming and I should find a way to get there. She tells me another nurse will call me back to reschedule. Next nurse calls me to basically tell me to get in now, because I won't be able to get in until December. Really?! seriously, really?! After making me feel like shit she tells me she'll call me back....great, I look forward to it. Call back and they can see me next week. Great, hopefully I will have keys then. I'm taking this as a sign as the car hasn't been feeling well and the engine is sick and I was really nervous about going anyway (it's a 20 minute drive in good traffic-in our area there is no good traffic!) so what ever.
After I calm down I check the boys, 1 is sitting nicely watching TV the other is sitting on the table tossing raisins around like confetti at a wedding. Clean mess. Decide I need a tea. make tea, sit down, washer starts beeping. fix washer, sit down, dryer starts beeping. Fix dryer, sit down, dog starts barking. Shut dog up, sit down. oh look it's just about time to shut off the tv. gulp tea, turn off tv. Go and play with the boys.
Luigi decided that I needed a lesson in crash em up and I get smacked in the head with a train..twice. Time to get changed I think. Oh look the clean shirt (white) I put on this am has grease on it. great. After playing a bit more I head down to make lunch. What's that noise? oh someone played with the dishwasher buttons and it's running now. There is no cancel button, so it's washing it's self. As there aren't any dishes in it. Get a pot and smash my finger in the drawer, put on stove smack head on the head on the range.
Over this day, is way to plain for how I feel.
Now a normal person would be like 'hey, I'm having a shitty day' I on the other hand have these days once a week. I am now thinking it's beyond having a bad day. I'm tired of doing this every week and feeling at the total end of my rope. It leaves me tired and highly irritable. every week. seriously here.
I know a lot of you are religious and are thinking I need to go to church. I believe in God. Don't get me wrong. But the way I believe in faith is not how most people believe in faith. There is sadly no church for those who believe in all faiths. There is no spiritual house.
I am tired of not being able to let go. I'm tried of being on edge. I am tired of this practical joke. I keep hearing 'this too will pass' well you know what?! it's not f'n passing!
I'm now going to enjoy my bacon samich, put the monster baby to bed, put more TV on for Mario and indulge in a large serving of chocolate. maybe have a nap. As for this mess I call my house. I think it can wait until tomorrow.
Oy
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
The Eczema battle
When I was a kid I had slight eczema on my arms. It went away fairly quickly after a scrip for some topical cream. After the princess was born, the battle of eczema started again, this time on my hands. For 5.5 years now I have been battling eczema.
I have tried everything. No fooling. Apple cider vinegar, change of diet, more exercise, oils, homeopathic treatments, natural remedies, no cosmetics, lavender oil, olive oil and now the dreaded steroid cream.
After all that I'm still here battling this out. I must say the steroid cream has helped quiet a bit. I hate using it, but when you get at the end of your rope, you become desperate. I think my skin is now on a revolt as everything seems to be taking a turn for the worse. The eczema seems to be getting bad again, I now have a patch of eczema on my arm, my face is oily and breaking out, my lips seem to have developed a small rash around it, I have a severe dry eye case at the moment and my hair has taken a turn down oil ville and I'm unable to get it clean looking.
I am a very desperate woman indeed. There really isn't much of a point to this post today. It was really trying to get the word out that I'm in desperate need of answers. I'm hoping that if I put the word out that I'm suffering bad over here, that someone out there in this world will rescue me from my skin revolt.
Please note natural remedies ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY DO NOT WORK FOR ME.
Anyone else suffering these days?
ox
I have tried everything. No fooling. Apple cider vinegar, change of diet, more exercise, oils, homeopathic treatments, natural remedies, no cosmetics, lavender oil, olive oil and now the dreaded steroid cream.
After all that I'm still here battling this out. I must say the steroid cream has helped quiet a bit. I hate using it, but when you get at the end of your rope, you become desperate. I think my skin is now on a revolt as everything seems to be taking a turn for the worse. The eczema seems to be getting bad again, I now have a patch of eczema on my arm, my face is oily and breaking out, my lips seem to have developed a small rash around it, I have a severe dry eye case at the moment and my hair has taken a turn down oil ville and I'm unable to get it clean looking.
I am a very desperate woman indeed. There really isn't much of a point to this post today. It was really trying to get the word out that I'm in desperate need of answers. I'm hoping that if I put the word out that I'm suffering bad over here, that someone out there in this world will rescue me from my skin revolt.
Please note natural remedies ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY DO NOT WORK FOR ME.
Anyone else suffering these days?
ox
Monday, 31 October 2011
Happy Birthday little Angels
Three years ago I gave birth to two beautiful baby girls. They arrived sleeping and quiet in the mid afternoon. It was the end to a very hard and unsure 4 months.
In late June 2008 I went in for a dating ultrasound and found out I was pregnant with twins. I remember laughing all the way home. I will never forget the look on Hubby's face when he saw the 'twins' picture. Shortly afterwards I went to my OB for my first check up. It wasn't good news, I was pregnant with Mono Mono twins. Basically its two babies sharing 1 placenta and there is no wall separating the two. The cords are just hairs away from each other. It's a 1 in 10,000 odd. I was the one.
My very awesome doctor told me strait up 'it's not good. The out come to this pregnancy is normally always stillborn' I was referred to Mount Sinai hospital in Toronto to the care of the high risk pregnancy unit. It meant appointments every week, blood test and ultrasounds..every week. It meant packing up two little ones into a car every week and heading to Toronto for a very very long day. It meant that I would be put into the hospital at 26/27 weeks and the babies would be born around 30/32 weeks. It meant we were giving it a shot and hoping for the best.
At 16 weeks I lost the first baby. My doctor was on holiday and the on call Doctor told me that this would be like a normal pregnancy now. I would most likely go back to my Doctor in Oakville. Sadly just three short weeks later; still at Mount Sinai, I lost the second baby. I knew something was wrong, I hadn't felt movement in days even halloween candy didn't do anything. Suspicion confirmed, we had lost the second and our ordeal was over.
My regular doctor at Mount Sinai was back and gave me my list of options. I decided to induce labor and bring my girls into this world the next day. Such a weird thing waking up in the morning and knowing today your going to give birth. It's even stranger knowing that your not going to be bringing anyone home. Around 1pm on October 31st, 2008 I delivered two baby girls into this world. There was no crying, there was no laying of baby on my tummy, there was no team of doctors. There was just the silence.
You go through an ordeal like that, and for me I was done. I didn't want to deal with it any more. I wanted to heal the hurt and move on. Instead, there was a funeral home to deal with, there was decisions like 'do you want pictures?' 'do you want to see them?' too much for a very broken mummy to deal with.
In the end I decided no pictures, and I didn't want to hold them. That image would of haunted me forever. We called our little girls hope and faith, because that's all the pregnancy was.
I would never wish this experience even on my worst enemy. Having to go to a funeral home and plan out what to do with the bodies of your children is an out of body experience. You feel like your not there, that there is no way that you are doing this.
We planned on having our girls cremated, they would rest in St Peters Bay with Grandpa.
It's three years later and the memory is still so fresh. I can tell you the whole day from start to finish. I am so thankful for the love of our family and friends that made the following weeks, just a little easier. I try not to dwell on our girls or the thought of what could of been. For me the healing process has been to remember them at certain times of the year or with white roses (the flower that seemed to be the theme of their passing). I miss my little girls and seeing twins now is such a bittersweet thing for me.
Today they are three and I haven't let them go play with Grandpa yet. How do you do that? How do you take the only thing you have of that time and let it go? maybe one day. I would of made them cake and there would of been presents...lots of them. Tons of pictures and something more then just a pink cremation box to hold at the end of the day.
Today mummys hold your little ones and pray you never feel the pain of loosing them. I know too many mums, who understand this hurt. One day we'll hold our children and smell their hair. We'll touch their hands and kiss their fingers. We'll count their toes and wiggle their piggies. One day we'll be able to push them on swings and roll with them in the grass. One day.
Happy Birthday little angels. xo
In late June 2008 I went in for a dating ultrasound and found out I was pregnant with twins. I remember laughing all the way home. I will never forget the look on Hubby's face when he saw the 'twins' picture. Shortly afterwards I went to my OB for my first check up. It wasn't good news, I was pregnant with Mono Mono twins. Basically its two babies sharing 1 placenta and there is no wall separating the two. The cords are just hairs away from each other. It's a 1 in 10,000 odd. I was the one.
My very awesome doctor told me strait up 'it's not good. The out come to this pregnancy is normally always stillborn' I was referred to Mount Sinai hospital in Toronto to the care of the high risk pregnancy unit. It meant appointments every week, blood test and ultrasounds..every week. It meant packing up two little ones into a car every week and heading to Toronto for a very very long day. It meant that I would be put into the hospital at 26/27 weeks and the babies would be born around 30/32 weeks. It meant we were giving it a shot and hoping for the best.
At 16 weeks I lost the first baby. My doctor was on holiday and the on call Doctor told me that this would be like a normal pregnancy now. I would most likely go back to my Doctor in Oakville. Sadly just three short weeks later; still at Mount Sinai, I lost the second baby. I knew something was wrong, I hadn't felt movement in days even halloween candy didn't do anything. Suspicion confirmed, we had lost the second and our ordeal was over.
My regular doctor at Mount Sinai was back and gave me my list of options. I decided to induce labor and bring my girls into this world the next day. Such a weird thing waking up in the morning and knowing today your going to give birth. It's even stranger knowing that your not going to be bringing anyone home. Around 1pm on October 31st, 2008 I delivered two baby girls into this world. There was no crying, there was no laying of baby on my tummy, there was no team of doctors. There was just the silence.
You go through an ordeal like that, and for me I was done. I didn't want to deal with it any more. I wanted to heal the hurt and move on. Instead, there was a funeral home to deal with, there was decisions like 'do you want pictures?' 'do you want to see them?' too much for a very broken mummy to deal with.
In the end I decided no pictures, and I didn't want to hold them. That image would of haunted me forever. We called our little girls hope and faith, because that's all the pregnancy was.
I would never wish this experience even on my worst enemy. Having to go to a funeral home and plan out what to do with the bodies of your children is an out of body experience. You feel like your not there, that there is no way that you are doing this.
We planned on having our girls cremated, they would rest in St Peters Bay with Grandpa.
It's three years later and the memory is still so fresh. I can tell you the whole day from start to finish. I am so thankful for the love of our family and friends that made the following weeks, just a little easier. I try not to dwell on our girls or the thought of what could of been. For me the healing process has been to remember them at certain times of the year or with white roses (the flower that seemed to be the theme of their passing). I miss my little girls and seeing twins now is such a bittersweet thing for me.
Today they are three and I haven't let them go play with Grandpa yet. How do you do that? How do you take the only thing you have of that time and let it go? maybe one day. I would of made them cake and there would of been presents...lots of them. Tons of pictures and something more then just a pink cremation box to hold at the end of the day.
Today mummys hold your little ones and pray you never feel the pain of loosing them. I know too many mums, who understand this hurt. One day we'll hold our children and smell their hair. We'll touch their hands and kiss their fingers. We'll count their toes and wiggle their piggies. One day we'll be able to push them on swings and roll with them in the grass. One day.
Happy Birthday little angels. xo
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Hey those are some nifty knickers!
You know I love me some larger ladies. I think beauty comes in all sizes and find in this day in age, the larger woman is very proud of her size and that makes me just swell with happiness!
With that said, I have been watching some very big bums lately and I just have to say 'I CAN SEE YOUR KNICKERS!!!!!!!'
okay seriously here, leggings seem to be the very in thing. Good for leggings! they are comfy and can be dressed up and dressed down. They fit everyone and can flatter anyone. Unfortunately some of the cheaper variety are on the very thin side. Thin leggings + larger bottom = stretched out fabric!
I have seen more knickers in the last year then I want to count. There has been leopard, and stripy. Zebra and dots. Lace and frills. Lets not even get into the colors! Yes people I can see EVERYTHING!
You don't want to stare, you really don't. But your walking home, large lady is walking in front of you. Leggings stretched out to maximum thinness. She's wearing a shirt that lets the whole world see her worldly goods. And you can't believe your eyes. Wow those are pretty. Wow, you need new undies! Really, I didn't take you for a leopard lady.
Don't these women look in the mirror before they leave the house?! I always check myself and my bum before I leave the house. I do. I have kids and you never know what is going to be stuck to it!
I wonder if there is a polite way of say 'hey big bum, I can see your lace and frills!'
So larger ladies; unless you like everyone seeing your underwear, please check your bum before you leave the house! I'm watching you!
This post was brought to you by the letter S for Sir mix-a-lot and B for big bums
Thursday, 13 October 2011
The time Crunch
As a mum of 3 I don't have much time. What I can do in a day has to fit between school pick ups, extra curricular activities and playing. I found in the early 1 child days, I started to make excuses for why I wasn't doing things. 'No point in cleaning the bathrooms I only have 20 minutes', 'I don't need to do the dusting, I can only write part of my name' I could honestly come up with an excuse for anything.
Now onto baby 3, I found I was piling myself up with excuses. It was getting to the point where I couldn't see any more. Then one day I read some flylady stuff. wow. Could I really do a shit load of cleaning in only an hour? She has some really good foundation stuff to get you off your ass. I don't follow her schedule, but I do take a lot of her tips and use them in my day to day.
I started months ago, but the excuses started piling up again. The biggest being, I deserve a break. My kids love TV. I am more then willing to put on an hour or so in the morning and maybe another hour in the afternoon for them. That gave me 2 hours a day. I was doing what with those 2 hours? good question. Laundry and a cuppa tea were the top agenda. In the last few months, I've started to kick excuses in the ass and really get myself moving.
Do you really know how much time we're given in a day? 24 hours. Think about that for a moment, 24 hours. Do you use your 24 hours wisely? Do you honestly know how much you can get done in 24 hours...screw 24, do you know how much you can get done in an hour?!
For starters I let my exercise routine slip. How was I to fit in that 20-30 minutes in a day? well I was sleeping until 6am every morning and rushing around with lunches and breakfast and school prep. Now I get up at 5am. I do 20-30 minutes of exercise, then with what ever time I have left over I start getting ready for the rush. I empty the dishwasher and make lunches. Kids are up at 6 and I'm normally eating breakfast by 6:30. On a normal day I can have the house tidy, the kids ready, me ready (including fully dressed, hair done and full face of make up!) and everybody ready to go by 8am. I don't need to leave until 8:30. I toss in a load of laundry and the kids and I sit down to read together. So I woke up an hour early and got 1) the kitchen tidy and ready for the day 2) a load of laundry started 3) exercise done 4) me fully ready for the day 5) the kids fully ready for the day and 6) got in some good mom and kid time plus I've eaten!
Now that two hours the kids watch tv...
Seriously I get so much done in that two hours, it's silly. Take today in my 1 hour am tv slot I got done
1) upstairs bathroom cleaned
2) switched up the laundry-twice
3) put laundry away
4) cleaned the laundry room-this included cleaning out food stuff from the fridge and left over food from our party on Sunday that was sitting on the laundry room counter-plus cleaning the sink and organizing the clothes
5) took out garbage
6) changed the sheets in the spare room and Mario's room
7) washed and put away dishes
8) made a tea
And that was just one hour out of the two!
I don't think that the average person knows how easy it is to fit in everything you need to do in a day. Seriously all the little things add up and before you know it your done. I still have plenty of me time and I still have plenty of time to be with my kids and my hubby.
So, what's your excuse? Time to stop making excuses and get your ass in gear! we are given 24 hours for a reason, start using them wisely!
xo
Now onto baby 3, I found I was piling myself up with excuses. It was getting to the point where I couldn't see any more. Then one day I read some flylady stuff. wow. Could I really do a shit load of cleaning in only an hour? She has some really good foundation stuff to get you off your ass. I don't follow her schedule, but I do take a lot of her tips and use them in my day to day.
I started months ago, but the excuses started piling up again. The biggest being, I deserve a break. My kids love TV. I am more then willing to put on an hour or so in the morning and maybe another hour in the afternoon for them. That gave me 2 hours a day. I was doing what with those 2 hours? good question. Laundry and a cuppa tea were the top agenda. In the last few months, I've started to kick excuses in the ass and really get myself moving.
Do you really know how much time we're given in a day? 24 hours. Think about that for a moment, 24 hours. Do you use your 24 hours wisely? Do you honestly know how much you can get done in 24 hours...screw 24, do you know how much you can get done in an hour?!
For starters I let my exercise routine slip. How was I to fit in that 20-30 minutes in a day? well I was sleeping until 6am every morning and rushing around with lunches and breakfast and school prep. Now I get up at 5am. I do 20-30 minutes of exercise, then with what ever time I have left over I start getting ready for the rush. I empty the dishwasher and make lunches. Kids are up at 6 and I'm normally eating breakfast by 6:30. On a normal day I can have the house tidy, the kids ready, me ready (including fully dressed, hair done and full face of make up!) and everybody ready to go by 8am. I don't need to leave until 8:30. I toss in a load of laundry and the kids and I sit down to read together. So I woke up an hour early and got 1) the kitchen tidy and ready for the day 2) a load of laundry started 3) exercise done 4) me fully ready for the day 5) the kids fully ready for the day and 6) got in some good mom and kid time plus I've eaten!
Now that two hours the kids watch tv...
Seriously I get so much done in that two hours, it's silly. Take today in my 1 hour am tv slot I got done
1) upstairs bathroom cleaned
2) switched up the laundry-twice
3) put laundry away
4) cleaned the laundry room-this included cleaning out food stuff from the fridge and left over food from our party on Sunday that was sitting on the laundry room counter-plus cleaning the sink and organizing the clothes
5) took out garbage
6) changed the sheets in the spare room and Mario's room
7) washed and put away dishes
8) made a tea
And that was just one hour out of the two!
I don't think that the average person knows how easy it is to fit in everything you need to do in a day. Seriously all the little things add up and before you know it your done. I still have plenty of me time and I still have plenty of time to be with my kids and my hubby.
So, what's your excuse? Time to stop making excuses and get your ass in gear! we are given 24 hours for a reason, start using them wisely!
xo
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Smoking babies
I try not to rant about other moms. I don't know everything and maybe what other moms are doing (and I think completely bonkers) is actually a good thing.
Today; upon leaving the school yard I noticed something that just stirred me the wrong way. It looked like a normal scene, bunch of mums standing around after dropping the kids off at school. Fags in hand, creating a haze around anyone that passes. Today though I noticed one of the 'mums' was a young girl (20), who just found out she is 6 weeks pregnant. She was just finishing up her fag as I was passing by and by the time I got to my car and started driving away, she was on to another.
I'm not an expert in pre-natal care. I've had three babies, and the mystery of pregnancy still boggles my brain. I know some mums have the occasional drink, occasional. I can't understand mums, who know they are pregnant and sit there inhaling a tube of paper with about 600 chemicals loaded into it. Those who want to know the (almost) full list can read it here. Denying your baby of oxygen and pumping them full of chemicals, to me..is completely unacceptable. Especially during the first few weeks of life!
That baby in your baby has no voice. They don't have a choice. They didn't decide to be in your belly. They never asked to be born. They are in there, with you running the show. What you eat, drink, smoke, inhale, breath..effects that child.
Tell me dear reader, are they ever EVER going to insist on testing people before they are able to have children?!?!?!?!?
is 9 months really too much to ask for you to put down a fag?!?!
Maybe I should sneak some literature into her nieces book bag about the dangers of smoking during pregnancy?
Today; upon leaving the school yard I noticed something that just stirred me the wrong way. It looked like a normal scene, bunch of mums standing around after dropping the kids off at school. Fags in hand, creating a haze around anyone that passes. Today though I noticed one of the 'mums' was a young girl (20), who just found out she is 6 weeks pregnant. She was just finishing up her fag as I was passing by and by the time I got to my car and started driving away, she was on to another.
I'm not an expert in pre-natal care. I've had three babies, and the mystery of pregnancy still boggles my brain. I know some mums have the occasional drink, occasional. I can't understand mums, who know they are pregnant and sit there inhaling a tube of paper with about 600 chemicals loaded into it. Those who want to know the (almost) full list can read it here. Denying your baby of oxygen and pumping them full of chemicals, to me..is completely unacceptable. Especially during the first few weeks of life!
That baby in your baby has no voice. They don't have a choice. They didn't decide to be in your belly. They never asked to be born. They are in there, with you running the show. What you eat, drink, smoke, inhale, breath..effects that child.
Tell me dear reader, are they ever EVER going to insist on testing people before they are able to have children?!?!?!?!?
is 9 months really too much to ask for you to put down a fag?!?!
Maybe I should sneak some literature into her nieces book bag about the dangers of smoking during pregnancy?
Monday, 3 October 2011
the start of his future.
Tomorrow my little man starts on a whole new adventure. The little meat head starts pre-school. But he's two right?! I know. I agree that it seems a little early, but the ham is so very ready. Every morning when we drop off Mario, Luigi runs into school and makes himself at home. His eyes get big with excitement and hope that he will get to play too.
Tomorrow, he will get to play.
I can't believe it. This starts his journey of school. I can only imagine the trouble is going to get into, the friends he will make, the hearts he will break. Didn't I just carry this bowling ball in my tummy?! School, wow.
My kids have always enjoyed school. I very rarely have to fight with them to do school work or get ready for their day. I hope Luigi is the same. I really hope this isn't like Christmas; where you just can't wait for it to come, then when it does it's like 'oh, is that it?!'
He is my last and the apple of my eye. I can't believe I'm setting him free tomorrow. My little ham got extra cuddles and kisses tonight. Tomorrow, I'm heading out to coffee with my friend to take my mind off leaving my baby at school. Le sigh.
What a drama queen I am.
It's going to be fine. right?
Tomorrow, he will get to play.
I can't believe it. This starts his journey of school. I can only imagine the trouble is going to get into, the friends he will make, the hearts he will break. Didn't I just carry this bowling ball in my tummy?! School, wow.
My kids have always enjoyed school. I very rarely have to fight with them to do school work or get ready for their day. I hope Luigi is the same. I really hope this isn't like Christmas; where you just can't wait for it to come, then when it does it's like 'oh, is that it?!'
He is my last and the apple of my eye. I can't believe I'm setting him free tomorrow. My little ham got extra cuddles and kisses tonight. Tomorrow, I'm heading out to coffee with my friend to take my mind off leaving my baby at school. Le sigh.
What a drama queen I am.
It's going to be fine. right?
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Making a Marriage Work
I come from a home of multiple broken marriages. My husband comes from a home of broken marriages. Our families are made up of broken marriages. The fact that after 8 years we are still married, is HUGE. I don't think we have a perfect marriage, not by a long shot.
We do get admired a lot. I guess in this day in age, where a marriage can be as short as a one night stand (in fact, some marriages ARE one night stands!) 8 years are impressive years. I know some of you just getting married, or thinking about getting married still have your rose glasses on. I'm here to bitch slap them off your face. Marriage is tough work people. Tough work. There are ups and downs, there are spinning moments, there are times of pure frustration, there are days when you wake up and pray that they aren't there. There are also high times; times you lye awake in the dark talking about the future, there are days when you melt in your partners arms, sometimes you count the minutes until they get home. Marriage is like some kick ass roller coaster, really!
My husband and I started this journey in Grade 10! I knew even then that I would marry him. But grade 10 is too early for anything serious, so you know how that went! When we got our selves together 3 years later, we never looked back. I think the number one thing that has held us together all this time is FRIENDSHIP! My man servant is my best friend in the whole world. We make decisions mostly based on what we as friends would do. We also see this as a complete 100% partnership. We support each other, no matter how crazy the idea is. We're not afraid to cry, laugh and break down with each other. This is really important shit people. If you can't say and feel exactly what you need to, then your in the wrong relationship! You need to be able to be honest, all the time with your spouse. Communicate. Always Communicate.
I'm going to be honest here. There is going to come a time, when you might not love your partner as you did in the beginning. This IS normal. Your past the huneymoon and working on the real shit. I'm not saying your going to stop loving your partner, I'm saying your love is going to change into something more mature. This is good. Really good. It means that your living, growing and changing with your partner. It means that your marriage is succeeding!
To me once you make a commitment to your partner, you make it for life. This is it. There is no turning back. Now if said partner fucked up royally and I had just cause, then yes kick him to the curb! But every day your going to have to work at this. Your going to have to give it your all. Your going to have to dig deep. EVERYDAY. There are no holidays in marriages. It's not going to be hard (well somedays will be) these are easy everyday things. Telling your spouse that you love them. Making them breakfast. Getting them a cup of coffee. Making the bed (if that floats there boat!) anything that might make your loved one, feel a little more loved. These little things, are also a great way to say sorry. If all your partner asks for is a kiss each morning, then do that! In time, you will know what your partner needs.
There is a really really great book out there called The 5 languages of love by Gary Chapman. It's a bit hokey in some areas. But the message is awesome. I've learned a lot from the book and it's filled with 'a ha!' moments. Pick it up, give it a look through. It will be worth the time.
okay dear reader, I think you get the message. Marriage can be wonderful and amazing. It can also be draining and tiring. It's most definitely hard work. It will be worth it. When you get to a point, where you run like a well oil machine. You will know how rewarding your hard work has been. Don't be frightened. It's all good!
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
2 years ago..a birthday post
My pregnancies are always eventful. Early labor pains (as early as 20 weeks!) big babies and low amnio fluid..to name a few!
My pregnancy to Luigi-our last baby, was no different. Labor pains started around mid July and I wasn't due until October! I thought I might be a bit further ahead then the doctors thought. It's really a shot in the dark to guess a due date. They think they have it down to a science; but really, only God knows. As the months grew on, the pains grew worse. It got to the point where I was begging my Doctor to induce me. Well, my Doctor is of the old school variety and knows that inducing before 38 weeks is dangerous. Any way, I labored on...going to the hospital every couple of weeks, to make sure it wasn't the real deal.
The night of September the 13th, I felt things a little different. I was counting my contractions, they were every 5 minutes. They weren't getting stronger, but they were every 5 minutes. I walked a little around the house. I was thinking about going for a walk with the dog. Decided I better stay home. My hubby thought I was nuts. In fact at midnight when I told him that this might be the real deal his word were 'what time is it?' upon producing the time he then said 'huney it's too early, I need sleep..go back to bed' I guess when your on baby number 3 you loose urgency.
Finally at 1:30 am, I called L&D. The lovely nurse told me, that she didn't have an answer and to come in and get checked out (again!) okay...
I hate bothering people, but finally at 2am, I called my mum.
by 2:30 I was at the hospital with the news 'it could be labor, walk around and we'll see if you make progress' in a half hour of walking I had progressed 1-2 cm. This was the day!
I was admitted and at 6:30am a lovely on call Dr came in and gave me the best words ever. 'I'm going to break your water' What I failed to tell anyone at this point dear reader, was that my labor was starting to stall. I knew if I went home and carried on, baby would stay put. Which at 36 weeks, is normally a good thing. Dear reader, I had been having labor pains since 20 weeks...there was no way I was missing this chance!
I got an epidural around 8 and Hubby left around 8:30 to get himself coffee. He should know better. If I would of known how fast our little joy would come 1) I wouldn't have gotten the epi and 2) I wouldn't of let hubby go. 9am I told the nurse, the baby is coming. She called hubby on his cell to get his ass back up..baby was coming. My lovely Dr (who worked across the rd from the hospital) had just checked me at 8:50ish and said 'you have lots of time' I love making him work.
Anyway, 9am-ish Hubby is now running (with coffee in hand!) up to my room. I'm prepped and the nurse said..your a 9, baby is coming. I tell her to fuck off, get my dr back and the baby is coming now. Seriously people, I swear through labor like no lady should ever swear. In a few short contractions I am a 10 and baby is coming.
Then the nurse gives the words you hate to hear 'you can't push, hold it until Dr s arrives. Try breathing using the word House. Slowly now'
Right so I start 'slowly breathing using the word house'-wink wink my technique was more like OUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSE. Like a mad china man. Finally my Dr comes back running he asks 'what are you doing, I just checked you' I reply 'waiting for your fucking ass again. I'm always waiting for you asshole' oh yea I'm still saying that damn house word! he tells me to stop now. I say 'Thank fucking God, I hate that fucking word'
Anyway, after a few more choice words I pushed out a beautiful 8 pound 8 oz baby boy. My beautiful baby boy. Dear Reader, no less then a year before, I had lost my precious twin girls. In an instant it felt like the world was right again. My wonderful Dr let him rest on my belly for almost a half hour before he was cleaned up and checked out. Le sigh.
As you all may know, this one is special. Luigi is my favorite. The apple of my eye. I hate to have favorites. But this one was so easy. He was easy to love, I felt an immediate bond (which I did not feel with the Princess) he was so happy and only cried for the necessary reasons (unlike Mario, who hasn't stopped crying). I was an experienced mum, who was confident in the decisions I was making. Although he is trouble, and we often call him monster baby. He does so much to make it right. He does so much to make you know that although he causes trouble, he loves you..so very much.
On this day of celebration, I feel so blessed to have my little Luigi. Every day I'm woken up by his screaming, followed by a kiss and a huge hug. Every night, I lay him down...he reaches up his feet so I can give them a rub and a kiss. These are the things that I love most. I love the smell of his hair and the way he says 'see you mamma' or the way he says 'bye bye sissy' when we drop her off at school. I love the way he is all boy and loves all thing rough and tumble. I love the way he is always so happy. His joie de vivre is contagious!
Happy birthday my sweet baby. You are loved more then you'll ever know!
xo
My pregnancy to Luigi-our last baby, was no different. Labor pains started around mid July and I wasn't due until October! I thought I might be a bit further ahead then the doctors thought. It's really a shot in the dark to guess a due date. They think they have it down to a science; but really, only God knows. As the months grew on, the pains grew worse. It got to the point where I was begging my Doctor to induce me. Well, my Doctor is of the old school variety and knows that inducing before 38 weeks is dangerous. Any way, I labored on...going to the hospital every couple of weeks, to make sure it wasn't the real deal.
The night of September the 13th, I felt things a little different. I was counting my contractions, they were every 5 minutes. They weren't getting stronger, but they were every 5 minutes. I walked a little around the house. I was thinking about going for a walk with the dog. Decided I better stay home. My hubby thought I was nuts. In fact at midnight when I told him that this might be the real deal his word were 'what time is it?' upon producing the time he then said 'huney it's too early, I need sleep..go back to bed' I guess when your on baby number 3 you loose urgency.
Finally at 1:30 am, I called L&D. The lovely nurse told me, that she didn't have an answer and to come in and get checked out (again!) okay...
I hate bothering people, but finally at 2am, I called my mum.
by 2:30 I was at the hospital with the news 'it could be labor, walk around and we'll see if you make progress' in a half hour of walking I had progressed 1-2 cm. This was the day!
I was admitted and at 6:30am a lovely on call Dr came in and gave me the best words ever. 'I'm going to break your water' What I failed to tell anyone at this point dear reader, was that my labor was starting to stall. I knew if I went home and carried on, baby would stay put. Which at 36 weeks, is normally a good thing. Dear reader, I had been having labor pains since 20 weeks...there was no way I was missing this chance!
I got an epidural around 8 and Hubby left around 8:30 to get himself coffee. He should know better. If I would of known how fast our little joy would come 1) I wouldn't have gotten the epi and 2) I wouldn't of let hubby go. 9am I told the nurse, the baby is coming. She called hubby on his cell to get his ass back up..baby was coming. My lovely Dr (who worked across the rd from the hospital) had just checked me at 8:50ish and said 'you have lots of time' I love making him work.
Anyway, 9am-ish Hubby is now running (with coffee in hand!) up to my room. I'm prepped and the nurse said..your a 9, baby is coming. I tell her to fuck off, get my dr back and the baby is coming now. Seriously people, I swear through labor like no lady should ever swear. In a few short contractions I am a 10 and baby is coming.
Then the nurse gives the words you hate to hear 'you can't push, hold it until Dr s arrives. Try breathing using the word House. Slowly now'
Right so I start 'slowly breathing using the word house'-wink wink my technique was more like OUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSEOUSE. Like a mad china man. Finally my Dr comes back running he asks 'what are you doing, I just checked you' I reply 'waiting for your fucking ass again. I'm always waiting for you asshole' oh yea I'm still saying that damn house word! he tells me to stop now. I say 'Thank fucking God, I hate that fucking word'
Anyway, after a few more choice words I pushed out a beautiful 8 pound 8 oz baby boy. My beautiful baby boy. Dear Reader, no less then a year before, I had lost my precious twin girls. In an instant it felt like the world was right again. My wonderful Dr let him rest on my belly for almost a half hour before he was cleaned up and checked out. Le sigh.
As you all may know, this one is special. Luigi is my favorite. The apple of my eye. I hate to have favorites. But this one was so easy. He was easy to love, I felt an immediate bond (which I did not feel with the Princess) he was so happy and only cried for the necessary reasons (unlike Mario, who hasn't stopped crying). I was an experienced mum, who was confident in the decisions I was making. Although he is trouble, and we often call him monster baby. He does so much to make it right. He does so much to make you know that although he causes trouble, he loves you..so very much.
On this day of celebration, I feel so blessed to have my little Luigi. Every day I'm woken up by his screaming, followed by a kiss and a huge hug. Every night, I lay him down...he reaches up his feet so I can give them a rub and a kiss. These are the things that I love most. I love the smell of his hair and the way he says 'see you mamma' or the way he says 'bye bye sissy' when we drop her off at school. I love the way he is all boy and loves all thing rough and tumble. I love the way he is always so happy. His joie de vivre is contagious!
Happy birthday my sweet baby. You are loved more then you'll ever know!
xo
Sunday, 11 September 2011
September 11th-10 years
Let us remember today. Let us pray for those who lost their lives and for those who will spend a life time grieving. Let us remember that we are ALL human and we're all made equal in the eyes of God.
This is not a day for my God is better then your God. This isn't a day to dwell on the war. This isn't a day to blame. This is a day for thanks. Thanks that we are alive, thanks for those that have survived and thanks for those fighting.
We are all human; no matter the skin color or the God that we believe. We are human and live on this planet together.
Spend a few quiet moments today reflecting.
I pray that we see an end soon. There has been too much blood shed already.
Stay safe world. Stay safe.
xo
This is not a day for my God is better then your God. This isn't a day to dwell on the war. This isn't a day to blame. This is a day for thanks. Thanks that we are alive, thanks for those that have survived and thanks for those fighting.
We are all human; no matter the skin color or the God that we believe. We are human and live on this planet together.
Spend a few quiet moments today reflecting.
I pray that we see an end soon. There has been too much blood shed already.
Stay safe world. Stay safe.
xo
Friday, 9 September 2011
Big Money
Today I am stepping on my soap box and ranting for just a minute. I don't rant often-I bitch. Today I was reading a post from one of my favorite bloggers, Sarah at the The healthy home economist. For some reason it just set me off. I'm all for eating well. I'm all for eating right. I know that half of the food we eat comes from shit companies that don't give a rats ass about it's customers. I know that the world is run by big money. The dairy industry and the meat industry make the world go round. They do and if you don't believe me then you need to open your eyes and do some research. I think as a person, it's your right to research and know where your food is coming from and make educated decision based on what you know and what you feel. Now with that said; if you think and feel that your family should eat Nestle and Kelloggs, then go for it. I will never, nor should anyone ever tell you what you should and shouldn't eat.
I really want you to be educated. I want you to read and know your food and know where it comes from. I know from research and lots of it, what is the best type of food for my family. It's about going to your local farm shop, It's about supporting your local farmer, it's stopping getting out the ready made chicken fingers and french fries and making your kids something real! It's about getting down to your roots and cooking with the heart of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I know though, that this is not always possible and can be down right expensive!
I hate with a passion people who make you feel that the choices that you are making for you and your family are the wrong choices. These are YOUR choices, I may not agree with them...but Fuck man I don't have to live with it!
Be educated, read, read, read and read some more. Know your food and know where it's coming from. But please, for the love of Jebus..never EVER let someone tell you that your choices are wrong!
Rant over...jebus
xo
I really want you to be educated. I want you to read and know your food and know where it comes from. I know from research and lots of it, what is the best type of food for my family. It's about going to your local farm shop, It's about supporting your local farmer, it's stopping getting out the ready made chicken fingers and french fries and making your kids something real! It's about getting down to your roots and cooking with the heart of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I know though, that this is not always possible and can be down right expensive!
I hate with a passion people who make you feel that the choices that you are making for you and your family are the wrong choices. These are YOUR choices, I may not agree with them...but Fuck man I don't have to live with it!
Be educated, read, read, read and read some more. Know your food and know where it's coming from. But please, for the love of Jebus..never EVER let someone tell you that your choices are wrong!
Rant over...jebus
xo
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Why I f'n hate driving in this country
1) I drive a Land Rover Discovery
2) the roads were built for mini's
3) Signs are always unclear
4) I am a short person that drives a car clearly built for some asshole on stilts
5) I have a short fuse
6) I always end up having to do 24 point turns in alley ways
Simple task 'take kids to swimming'. I have to leave at least 40 minutes early the first time because of said points above. Case in point today; Get to school where swimming lessons were located. Where to park? oh over there! Sign pointed to small alley way at the back of the school for visitors parking. No actually some fuckwad turned said sign and it was actually supposed to point to staff and area parking. I went down the alley way in my Land Rover Discovery. Clearly, this was not where I was supposed to be, after it was too late. I had to do a 24 point turn in between some little shits left over art project and two WM bins (short shout out here to my WM peeps...hayoo!) while two men in a red lorry waited for me to turn my ass back where I came from. Now my fuse is smoking and I'm cursing words not meant for little kids (do you sense a theme here? Clearly I was meant to be a sailor) Park in a tight spot where ever the fuck I wanted to, cause at this point..what's a ticket?! Only later it occurred to me that I might of gotten towed! On the way to parking I decided to hit the curb.
I really do hate driving in this country. I'm pretty sure it's God laughing again. Remind some time to tell you of me stopping a whole intersection of traffic while I made my own lane because I got lost and confused and turned into on coming traffic...yes dear reader, another day on the road with me.
2) the roads were built for mini's
3) Signs are always unclear
4) I am a short person that drives a car clearly built for some asshole on stilts
5) I have a short fuse
6) I always end up having to do 24 point turns in alley ways
Simple task 'take kids to swimming'. I have to leave at least 40 minutes early the first time because of said points above. Case in point today; Get to school where swimming lessons were located. Where to park? oh over there! Sign pointed to small alley way at the back of the school for visitors parking. No actually some fuckwad turned said sign and it was actually supposed to point to staff and area parking. I went down the alley way in my Land Rover Discovery. Clearly, this was not where I was supposed to be, after it was too late. I had to do a 24 point turn in between some little shits left over art project and two WM bins (short shout out here to my WM peeps...hayoo!) while two men in a red lorry waited for me to turn my ass back where I came from. Now my fuse is smoking and I'm cursing words not meant for little kids (do you sense a theme here? Clearly I was meant to be a sailor) Park in a tight spot where ever the fuck I wanted to, cause at this point..what's a ticket?! Only later it occurred to me that I might of gotten towed! On the way to parking I decided to hit the curb.
I really do hate driving in this country. I'm pretty sure it's God laughing again. Remind some time to tell you of me stopping a whole intersection of traffic while I made my own lane because I got lost and confused and turned into on coming traffic...yes dear reader, another day on the road with me.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Back to school
Well today is the day! The kids are back in school and ready to get going on another year!
This summer was long and tiring and long! The kids were actually at a point where they didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. Pj's were taking on a uniform at our house and trying to take the kids anywhere was beginning to wear on us all! Don't get me wrong, I like having the kids with me at home...to a point. But the kids get up at 6am every morning...by 10am, your racking your brain as to what to do next!
We did have an okay summer, we got to France and the kids and I managed to do a few day trips on our own. With no family and friends around, the summer just went on and on though. The weather was shitacular, with only a handful of days that made you want to go outside and do anything. My only real saving grace this summer was a wonderful mum that I met at preschool. Every Wednesday we would get together and let all the kids play...
I really can't believe I'm sitting here, and it's September. There is so much coming up in the next 10 months, I'm wondering if July is going to hit and I'm going to scratch my head wondering 'where the hell did the school year go?!' There are birthdays to celebrate, Christmas to enjoy, a new year to ring in, family to welcome, mini breaks to take, and decisions to make. Life will roll on, and bring in the ever changing seasons. Family will settle in for (hopefully!) weeks of gatherings. Life will continue to get dusty. The children will get older. We'll count down the months until we figure out our next move.
So much happens so quickly. Did you blink and miss summer too?
Welcome back to school kids! (North Americans good luck tomorrow!)
xo
This summer was long and tiring and long! The kids were actually at a point where they didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. Pj's were taking on a uniform at our house and trying to take the kids anywhere was beginning to wear on us all! Don't get me wrong, I like having the kids with me at home...to a point. But the kids get up at 6am every morning...by 10am, your racking your brain as to what to do next!
We did have an okay summer, we got to France and the kids and I managed to do a few day trips on our own. With no family and friends around, the summer just went on and on though. The weather was shitacular, with only a handful of days that made you want to go outside and do anything. My only real saving grace this summer was a wonderful mum that I met at preschool. Every Wednesday we would get together and let all the kids play...
I really can't believe I'm sitting here, and it's September. There is so much coming up in the next 10 months, I'm wondering if July is going to hit and I'm going to scratch my head wondering 'where the hell did the school year go?!' There are birthdays to celebrate, Christmas to enjoy, a new year to ring in, family to welcome, mini breaks to take, and decisions to make. Life will roll on, and bring in the ever changing seasons. Family will settle in for (hopefully!) weeks of gatherings. Life will continue to get dusty. The children will get older. We'll count down the months until we figure out our next move.
So much happens so quickly. Did you blink and miss summer too?
Welcome back to school kids! (North Americans good luck tomorrow!)
xo
Thursday, 1 September 2011
The Words you want to hear
Today's post is brought to you by the letter B, for Bruno and M for Mars......
I love this song. I really do. There is so much to love and really nothing to hate (okay maybe the almost perfectbitch girl in the video). It got me thinking. How often Dear Reader are you told that your beautiful? I'm not being gender specific here. Boys, girls, whomever....
This is a lovely song. It's the words your heart wants to hear...do you hear them?
I'm probably going to get myself in trouble here...but whatever, I'm not trying to say leave your spouse/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend. I'm trying to say, are you told your beautiful? Does your loved one make an effort to let you know how special you really are? Do you know that you deserve it?
I know a lot of people that can't show that kinda emotion. I know that sometimes people are incapable of saying lovely words to their partners...but you should be able to know it, everyday..
If you are sitting here right now reading these words and your not 'told' (however your partner can tell you) that your beautiful and amazing and perfect. Then your in the wrong relationship. Pack your bag and leave, kick that person to the curb. 'WHAT?!' 'It's not that easy' 'but they love me in so many other ways'. Okay Okay, if like me you've been in a relationship since Jesus carved wood...you can't possibly get up and leave on account of a few emotions not being shared. But it is important, don't you think?
Don't you think that you right now dear beautiful reader, should know how truly amazing you are? Don't you think your partner should know too? I won't have you settling for less my loves. You deserve years of happiness and kindness. You deserve to be treated like the divine beings you are. There shall be no foul play in your relationship....love yourself enough to know what you deserve. Love yourself enough to say, ' I deserve better'.
Dear Reader, I love you all and you are all dear to me. I want you to know that you are amazing, and beautiful and perfect just the way you are. Dare you to look yourself in the mirror and utter those words...Dee double dare you.
Don't settle. Never Settle. Be strong in who you are. Hold your head up and have confidence to say 'I deserve to be told
When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are.
xo
I love this song. I really do. There is so much to love and really nothing to hate (okay maybe the almost perfect
This is a lovely song. It's the words your heart wants to hear...do you hear them?
I'm probably going to get myself in trouble here...but whatever, I'm not trying to say leave your spouse/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend. I'm trying to say, are you told your beautiful? Does your loved one make an effort to let you know how special you really are? Do you know that you deserve it?
I know a lot of people that can't show that kinda emotion. I know that sometimes people are incapable of saying lovely words to their partners...but you should be able to know it, everyday..
If you are sitting here right now reading these words and your not 'told' (however your partner can tell you) that your beautiful and amazing and perfect. Then your in the wrong relationship. Pack your bag and leave, kick that person to the curb. 'WHAT?!' 'It's not that easy' 'but they love me in so many other ways'. Okay Okay, if like me you've been in a relationship since Jesus carved wood...you can't possibly get up and leave on account of a few emotions not being shared. But it is important, don't you think?
Don't you think that you right now dear beautiful reader, should know how truly amazing you are? Don't you think your partner should know too? I won't have you settling for less my loves. You deserve years of happiness and kindness. You deserve to be treated like the divine beings you are. There shall be no foul play in your relationship....love yourself enough to know what you deserve. Love yourself enough to say, ' I deserve better'.
Dear Reader, I love you all and you are all dear to me. I want you to know that you are amazing, and beautiful and perfect just the way you are. Dare you to look yourself in the mirror and utter those words...Dee double dare you.
Don't settle. Never Settle. Be strong in who you are. Hold your head up and have confidence to say 'I deserve to be told
When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are.
xo
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Dear 16 year old me.
So after watching this video
and seeing it post all over the net. It got me thinking, what would I say to 16 year old me?
Dear 16 year old me.
Boys don't make the world go round. Some of them are actually pretty special. Be nice to them, you'll marry one some day. 16 year old me, it gets better..I promise the world gets better. Hey have you gone to class today? Not just school, but class? I know you graduate in 2 years, but have you thought about college? You should think about it, really think about it. Your good at so many things, you love so many things..maybe just a few night classes? 16 year old me, learn to drive! Get over it and get your license! When's the last time you called your Dad? Your step mum is not an evil witch...she's actually pretty smart and nice...you should give her a chance..
What about 18 year old me?
Dear 18 year old me.
Life is about to take a serious turn to coo-coo land....hold on and ride it out. I promise you 19 and 20 will look up. You've made it to 18, stop making silly mistakes...don't quit your job until you have a new one, don't be afraid what others think of you and for gosh sakes step away from the hoodies! 18 year old me, I know your confused about school...travel! Travel to France and sit quiet some place and eat a baguette. Travel to Portugal and find out about your family. Boys will always be there. Don't be afraid of life, don't be afraid of the world. Take a chance.
What about 25 year old me?
Dear 25 year old me.
Your married now, and your thinking about children?! Aren't you just a child. 25 year old me; your beautiful and talented, you could do so much. I'm sorry 25 year old me, I think your going to be making a mistake. You've painted a picture for yourself of something that does not exist. Don't forget your birth control pills! 25 year old me, life is about to get really hard. You have a rock for a husband, but he won't understand. When the hard part comes, don't be scared. Don't judge yourself and don't blame yourself. You'll have to embrace the changes or your going to sink. I wish I had good news for the next few years, but it's about to enter a whole new dimension of challenging. Don't forget your loved and strong.
What about today?
Dear Me
This isn't a test. I know it feels like your sitting in the gym with your sharpened no. 2/HB. But your not. This is reality. This is life. I know somedays suck monkey balls. I know there are days that getting out of bed seems like a challenge. Your hundreds of miles away from your family and you feel like the last man alive. It's okay, you'll be okay. Remember, strong like bull? Dear me, you'll ride this out! The kids won't kill you, I promise. My darling me, I wish we really could step out for a moment..ride the wave from the beach instead of the undersized boogie board with a shark bite. It has to get better. You need a hobby, and no cleaning is NOT a hobby. Remember what it felt like to sleep in? to have breakfast after 8? Remember how boring life was? Dear me. Head up and carry on. Don't forget the lists and to call your mamma and papa every now and then. Chin up, it can only get better from here!
What would you say to you? Are you happy with how it went, do you have many regrets? Anything you wish you could just scream at yourself? Funny. While writing this, I thought I would have more to say to me as the years went on. In truth I have lived my life without much regrets, and that I think is awesome! okay, I might have made a few bad choices and said a few horrible things. But that makes us who we are today..no?
xo
and seeing it post all over the net. It got me thinking, what would I say to 16 year old me?
Dear 16 year old me.
Boys don't make the world go round. Some of them are actually pretty special. Be nice to them, you'll marry one some day. 16 year old me, it gets better..I promise the world gets better. Hey have you gone to class today? Not just school, but class? I know you graduate in 2 years, but have you thought about college? You should think about it, really think about it. Your good at so many things, you love so many things..maybe just a few night classes? 16 year old me, learn to drive! Get over it and get your license! When's the last time you called your Dad? Your step mum is not an evil witch...she's actually pretty smart and nice...you should give her a chance..
What about 18 year old me?
Dear 18 year old me.
Life is about to take a serious turn to coo-coo land....hold on and ride it out. I promise you 19 and 20 will look up. You've made it to 18, stop making silly mistakes...don't quit your job until you have a new one, don't be afraid what others think of you and for gosh sakes step away from the hoodies! 18 year old me, I know your confused about school...travel! Travel to France and sit quiet some place and eat a baguette. Travel to Portugal and find out about your family. Boys will always be there. Don't be afraid of life, don't be afraid of the world. Take a chance.
What about 25 year old me?
Dear 25 year old me.
Your married now, and your thinking about children?! Aren't you just a child. 25 year old me; your beautiful and talented, you could do so much. I'm sorry 25 year old me, I think your going to be making a mistake. You've painted a picture for yourself of something that does not exist. Don't forget your birth control pills! 25 year old me, life is about to get really hard. You have a rock for a husband, but he won't understand. When the hard part comes, don't be scared. Don't judge yourself and don't blame yourself. You'll have to embrace the changes or your going to sink. I wish I had good news for the next few years, but it's about to enter a whole new dimension of challenging. Don't forget your loved and strong.
What about today?
Dear Me
This isn't a test. I know it feels like your sitting in the gym with your sharpened no. 2/HB. But your not. This is reality. This is life. I know somedays suck monkey balls. I know there are days that getting out of bed seems like a challenge. Your hundreds of miles away from your family and you feel like the last man alive. It's okay, you'll be okay. Remember, strong like bull? Dear me, you'll ride this out! The kids won't kill you, I promise. My darling me, I wish we really could step out for a moment..ride the wave from the beach instead of the undersized boogie board with a shark bite. It has to get better. You need a hobby, and no cleaning is NOT a hobby. Remember what it felt like to sleep in? to have breakfast after 8? Remember how boring life was? Dear me. Head up and carry on. Don't forget the lists and to call your mamma and papa every now and then. Chin up, it can only get better from here!
What would you say to you? Are you happy with how it went, do you have many regrets? Anything you wish you could just scream at yourself? Funny. While writing this, I thought I would have more to say to me as the years went on. In truth I have lived my life without much regrets, and that I think is awesome! okay, I might have made a few bad choices and said a few horrible things. But that makes us who we are today..no?
xo
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Loving the real you
In todays crazy world, filled with 'fakery' and photoshopped people. It's hard to love the real you. Sometimes you begin to wonder if you even know the real you. You question simple things like your feelings, actions and emotions. Looking in the mirror can even be a time for doubt and lots of it!
Since moving to the Uk, I have really had a tough go at finding me. Not because there is more media here. But because England embraces the hippie me. It encourages me to be all things natural that I love. I was never a confident child. I wasn't confident in my teens and I certainly was not confident in my 20s. There was so many labels put on me that it was hard to know what was me and what was a front. I guess that's the way life is. Now a mother to three kids, a wife to an executive and living without family, I start to wonder about these labels again.
In my heart there is a hippie. She is a free spirit. The wind calls and she moves. The hippie me loves all things natural and spiritual. The very thought of moving to a farm, having chickens, baking bread and doing macrame all day appeals to me. Never shaving my legs, living off the grid, washing my clothes by hands, drying them on the line. Saving the earth with every grocery shop. Hand making all the family clothes and using natural remedies to solve everything is my ideal of heaven. I have attached my self to this hippie girl and I want to be her. Really bad! I feel I have tried everything to be her. I really thought that this hippie girl would make my life peaceful and relaxed and it would make me an awesome person. The type of person everyone would want to be around.
The truth is; I like shaving my legs, I'm not very good at arts and crafts, my kids wear too many clothes to wash by hand, I can't save the whole earth (although I do my bit!), my body hates natural remedies, I like pretty clothes, I like smelling good, I like having a house that's pretty and I'm to hyper and moody to be peaceful and relaxed. I could never have chickens because honestly who can keep up with that? I don't even have time to walk the dog! I like make up, I loooooove a sexy pair of shoes! I now after months of denying it, own a kindle (okay that was an emotional play by my hubby, who told me to think about all the trees I would be saving!) I'm creative. I appreciate nature and the feelings it provokes.
My heart will always be a hippie. I love the feel of dew on my feet in the morning. I love the smell of rain. I love baking bread. I love yoga. I love the ocean. I hear the wind and I embrace her, she brings in seasons of warmth and cold. She bring in emotions strong and free.
You know what? I'm okay with that. For the first time, in a long time! I'm okay with that. This is me. This is me and who I am. This is me without being who others want me to be. It's freeing, really.
It's really hard pushing past the crap of the media, pushing past the labels and digging into you. Digging past the who I should be, past the ideal me and past the who everyone thinks I am. It's really hard. You need to do it. You need to do it for you. For your heart to be free, you need to do it for you.
You are loved no matter who you are and no matter what you do. But you need to love you first. Really, that the first, last and most important step.
xo
Since moving to the Uk, I have really had a tough go at finding me. Not because there is more media here. But because England embraces the hippie me. It encourages me to be all things natural that I love. I was never a confident child. I wasn't confident in my teens and I certainly was not confident in my 20s. There was so many labels put on me that it was hard to know what was me and what was a front. I guess that's the way life is. Now a mother to three kids, a wife to an executive and living without family, I start to wonder about these labels again.
In my heart there is a hippie. She is a free spirit. The wind calls and she moves. The hippie me loves all things natural and spiritual. The very thought of moving to a farm, having chickens, baking bread and doing macrame all day appeals to me. Never shaving my legs, living off the grid, washing my clothes by hands, drying them on the line. Saving the earth with every grocery shop. Hand making all the family clothes and using natural remedies to solve everything is my ideal of heaven. I have attached my self to this hippie girl and I want to be her. Really bad! I feel I have tried everything to be her. I really thought that this hippie girl would make my life peaceful and relaxed and it would make me an awesome person. The type of person everyone would want to be around.
The truth is; I like shaving my legs, I'm not very good at arts and crafts, my kids wear too many clothes to wash by hand, I can't save the whole earth (although I do my bit!), my body hates natural remedies, I like pretty clothes, I like smelling good, I like having a house that's pretty and I'm to hyper and moody to be peaceful and relaxed. I could never have chickens because honestly who can keep up with that? I don't even have time to walk the dog! I like make up, I loooooove a sexy pair of shoes! I now after months of denying it, own a kindle (okay that was an emotional play by my hubby, who told me to think about all the trees I would be saving!) I'm creative. I appreciate nature and the feelings it provokes.
My heart will always be a hippie. I love the feel of dew on my feet in the morning. I love the smell of rain. I love baking bread. I love yoga. I love the ocean. I hear the wind and I embrace her, she brings in seasons of warmth and cold. She bring in emotions strong and free.
You know what? I'm okay with that. For the first time, in a long time! I'm okay with that. This is me. This is me and who I am. This is me without being who others want me to be. It's freeing, really.
It's really hard pushing past the crap of the media, pushing past the labels and digging into you. Digging past the who I should be, past the ideal me and past the who everyone thinks I am. It's really hard. You need to do it. You need to do it for you. For your heart to be free, you need to do it for you.
You are loved no matter who you are and no matter what you do. But you need to love you first. Really, that the first, last and most important step.
xo
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Stop the world
As you know my fuse is short. Really short. It does not take much for me to be 'set off'. I'm pretty sure that whoever God is, I was created this way for their enjoyment and fun.
Today started as a typical day. Up early, coffee made for hubby, set hubby off on his way (too early for my liking!) and proceeded to continue normally with the kids. I must admit, the morning is my time. When I sit down to tea or coffee and breakfast, I turn on my computer and let the kids free play. This normally works fine and the kids are very happy running around and playing. This was the case today. I did have somethings that I needed to do this morning. So I knew I had to be moving and cleaned to go for 9am. Que God. Laughing. They had to be.
8am arrived with a muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, the whole jar of fish food is in the fish tank!
'WHAT?!'
As I arrived on the scene I asset the damage. 1 jar of fish food, in 1 fish tank. Plus what ever didn't make it in, all over the floor.
'Who did this?!'
Luigi-'MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
'Great, just great'
As I gathered the items needed to clean the fish tank plus the tools to scoop out the food, someone turned on the TV full blast and then someone hit someone on the head which lead to the princess screaming.
'Dear God' At this point, why am I even praying?
Scoop out food, cypher water (drink some), head to kitchen with one very large pot filled just about to the brim with water...why make 2 trips with half pots, when you can make 1 trip with an over filled pot?
on the way to the laundry room the cord to the filter (that was in my pot) got snagged on a kitchen chair, sending dirty fish water plus food all over the kitchen floor.
I won't dear reader tell you the words that came falling out of my mouth. Lets just say that they were less then ideal for a house filled with children.
As I clean up the fish mess on the kitchen floor, I heard giggling from the living room.
Luigi thought that maybe he should get the fish out of the bowl, for their safety of course.
Rescue fish, clean up kitchen, finish the tank.
Try to finish breakfast cleanup.
Then a thought came to mind. 'I should make the brownies now and they can cook while I get dressed.'
Que God laughing again..
Grab the ingredients...oh I'm almost out of white flour, I'll add brown. Oh I'm almost out of oil, I'll use buttermilk....needless to say these turned out as the brownies that never should of been.
After 40 minutes they still weren't cooked.
covered them, turned down temperature to low and headed out the door to run errands.
What's that noise?..oh yea, God laughing...
Get into town, realized that I didn't have much change for parking...found enough in the car to give me 30 minutes. Walked to the library, dropped off books...by the time I had walked downstairs and back up. The sky had opened. In England it doesn't rain, it's like a bucket of water falling at your face..seriously.
I still had dry cleaning and dog food to pick up..did I mention that Mario, Luigi and the Princess are with me?!
By the time we got back to the car we aren't just wet we are honestly soaked. Soaked right to the knickers!
Now we're home. We're tired and everyone is in the most foul mood I have ever seen.
We're supposed to go out this afternoon. I'm almost afraid to go out that door.
Is this just my life? Please tell me I'm not the only one that has too much going on and it all goes wrong at the same time!
I'm so over this day. I'm over this week. I'm over summer break.
Stop this world, mamma needs a spa day!
xo
Today started as a typical day. Up early, coffee made for hubby, set hubby off on his way (too early for my liking!) and proceeded to continue normally with the kids. I must admit, the morning is my time. When I sit down to tea or coffee and breakfast, I turn on my computer and let the kids free play. This normally works fine and the kids are very happy running around and playing. This was the case today. I did have somethings that I needed to do this morning. So I knew I had to be moving and cleaned to go for 9am. Que God. Laughing. They had to be.
8am arrived with a muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, the whole jar of fish food is in the fish tank!
'WHAT?!'
As I arrived on the scene I asset the damage. 1 jar of fish food, in 1 fish tank. Plus what ever didn't make it in, all over the floor.
'Who did this?!'
Luigi-'MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
'Great, just great'
As I gathered the items needed to clean the fish tank plus the tools to scoop out the food, someone turned on the TV full blast and then someone hit someone on the head which lead to the princess screaming.
'Dear God' At this point, why am I even praying?
Scoop out food, cypher water (drink some), head to kitchen with one very large pot filled just about to the brim with water...why make 2 trips with half pots, when you can make 1 trip with an over filled pot?
on the way to the laundry room the cord to the filter (that was in my pot) got snagged on a kitchen chair, sending dirty fish water plus food all over the kitchen floor.
I won't dear reader tell you the words that came falling out of my mouth. Lets just say that they were less then ideal for a house filled with children.
As I clean up the fish mess on the kitchen floor, I heard giggling from the living room.
Luigi thought that maybe he should get the fish out of the bowl, for their safety of course.
Rescue fish, clean up kitchen, finish the tank.
Try to finish breakfast cleanup.
Then a thought came to mind. 'I should make the brownies now and they can cook while I get dressed.'
Que God laughing again..
Grab the ingredients...oh I'm almost out of white flour, I'll add brown. Oh I'm almost out of oil, I'll use buttermilk....needless to say these turned out as the brownies that never should of been.
After 40 minutes they still weren't cooked.
covered them, turned down temperature to low and headed out the door to run errands.
What's that noise?..oh yea, God laughing...
Get into town, realized that I didn't have much change for parking...found enough in the car to give me 30 minutes. Walked to the library, dropped off books...by the time I had walked downstairs and back up. The sky had opened. In England it doesn't rain, it's like a bucket of water falling at your face..seriously.
I still had dry cleaning and dog food to pick up..did I mention that Mario, Luigi and the Princess are with me?!
By the time we got back to the car we aren't just wet we are honestly soaked. Soaked right to the knickers!
Now we're home. We're tired and everyone is in the most foul mood I have ever seen.
We're supposed to go out this afternoon. I'm almost afraid to go out that door.
Is this just my life? Please tell me I'm not the only one that has too much going on and it all goes wrong at the same time!
I'm so over this day. I'm over this week. I'm over summer break.
Stop this world, mamma needs a spa day!
xo
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Little Island of Red
As I sit here in my cold England summer. As I sit and feel fall coming in faster and faster, I dream about an Island full of red dirt. Yes there is an Island full of red dirt. Red as a little orphan girl's hair with two big braids. Red as a the most glorious sunset on a hot summer's night. Red as apples.
I miss our little Island.
Not so long ago, hubby and I decided to pack up our belongings and move to the Eastern Coast of Canada. Actually truth told. It was my decision. It held promise of work and a great life for us. We'll I didn't get the work, but we did start our great life. You see dear reader, as a wee one I had spent the better part of my summer in New Brunswick. My family is in New Brunswick and my heart is in the East Coast. The ocean calls to me like a mamma calls to her first born gone away to college. We settled on Nova Scotia for my work reasons. Plus Hubby's Dad had opened an Inn on Prince Edward Island..and it was easier for us to get to him. Maybe we just settled on Nova Scotia because I really wanted to move to the Island but I couldn't convince the man on that one!
Our lives have been unfolding on PEI for sometime and it just feels right. We got married at the Inn, on boxing day. The fire was lit for our grand event. 7 people surrounded us as we said our vows. Bag pipes filled the room. The day was warm and the bay in St Peters glistened like diamonds. It was perfect. perfect. We've been renting a cottage there for our vacation. Our baby girl took her first steps there. My father in law who we love so very much and miss with all our hearts, rests there. Our precious baby girls will lye with Grandpa (when I gather the courage). We vision a little home there. Christmas's there. Family gatherings there. Grandchildren. Weddings. We can't picture our lives playing out any where else. le sigh.
We've always lived in Ontario. We grew up there. We called it home. In truth dear reader, it's home because our family and friends are there..and for that reason alone. Home to us, is in the vast cold ocean on the atlantic. Home is the red dirt that stains our clothes and our pets. Home is the fishy air and the fresh blue sky. Home is the people that fill our hearts with love every time we arrive. Home is a little Island of Red. PEI.
We miss you dearly Island. We long for the days that will be our future. You are always in our hearts and in our minds.
xo
Oh please check out the Inn at St Peters and our gentle Island
I miss our little Island.
Not so long ago, hubby and I decided to pack up our belongings and move to the Eastern Coast of Canada. Actually truth told. It was my decision. It held promise of work and a great life for us. We'll I didn't get the work, but we did start our great life. You see dear reader, as a wee one I had spent the better part of my summer in New Brunswick. My family is in New Brunswick and my heart is in the East Coast. The ocean calls to me like a mamma calls to her first born gone away to college. We settled on Nova Scotia for my work reasons. Plus Hubby's Dad had opened an Inn on Prince Edward Island..and it was easier for us to get to him. Maybe we just settled on Nova Scotia because I really wanted to move to the Island but I couldn't convince the man on that one!
Our lives have been unfolding on PEI for sometime and it just feels right. We got married at the Inn, on boxing day. The fire was lit for our grand event. 7 people surrounded us as we said our vows. Bag pipes filled the room. The day was warm and the bay in St Peters glistened like diamonds. It was perfect. perfect. We've been renting a cottage there for our vacation. Our baby girl took her first steps there. My father in law who we love so very much and miss with all our hearts, rests there. Our precious baby girls will lye with Grandpa (when I gather the courage). We vision a little home there. Christmas's there. Family gatherings there. Grandchildren. Weddings. We can't picture our lives playing out any where else. le sigh.
We've always lived in Ontario. We grew up there. We called it home. In truth dear reader, it's home because our family and friends are there..and for that reason alone. Home to us, is in the vast cold ocean on the atlantic. Home is the red dirt that stains our clothes and our pets. Home is the fishy air and the fresh blue sky. Home is the people that fill our hearts with love every time we arrive. Home is a little Island of Red. PEI.
We miss you dearly Island. We long for the days that will be our future. You are always in our hearts and in our minds.
xo
Oh please check out the Inn at St Peters and our gentle Island
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