10PM, Me: Babe, are you listening?
Husband: *distractedly scrolling through his phone* Yea.
Me: Here’s the plan for tomorrow. A, then B, you do C, I’ll do D. Okay?
Him: Okay, sounds good!
7AM, Also him: So, what’s the plan? Continue reading
After graduating post-secondary school, I went to a job interview where counseling was a huge component of the job description. It was an interview set-up that I had never experienced before. I found myself sitting in a nicely decorated, chic living room with 3 other women discussing life goals, regrets, mistakes, etc. To be honest it felt more like Continue reading
I always knew I wanted to have children. Ever since I could remember, I often fantasized about being a mother. I thought about how I would raise my children; how I would dress them, teach them about gratitude and appreciation (I had visions of them writing thank you cards for birthday gifts), spending time together doing philanthropic work- I had all the fantasies. Even when I was single in my 20s for a full decade, the thing I feared most wasn’t the idea that I might not find my soulmate but more so fear around my single status hindering my ability to have a child. I was very close to exploring other avenues of having a child on my own before I fatefully met my husband.
I have an unpopular opinion. I might get some flak for this one but I kind of don’t care. That’s what I’m here for.
I’m tired of this Continue reading
I’m not a girly girl, never have been. I grew up wedged between two sisters. I was the middle, uber-eccentric child. I never wanted to play ‘princess’ or had any desire to wear dresses, experiment with make-up, or play with dolls. Instead, I would strong-arm my sisters into playing ‘work,’ my best friend (I use this term loosely) in grade one was a boy named Michael, and my fashion accessory obsession at that age was a pair of boyish, navy-blue tap shoes- quite the opposite of pink with frills. Luckily, my parents never Continue reading