Constipation isn’t Funny (or is it?)


If you’ve ever dropped a giant kid off at the pool, then today’s post is for you.  Yes, you’ve guessed it. The topic is: shitting and… not shitting. I’m over at In the Powder Room, today with a short (and practical) humour piece.  Go on, give it a read: Dried Apricots Saved My Ass.  My friend Joan and I are on an ass-saving mission.  Help us get the word out!

Marriage Isn’t Safe

klimt kiss

My husband says I’ve still “got it” and he laughs at my jokes, or perhaps he’s laughing at me. Either way, it doesn’t really matter. There’s laughter happening here and that can only be a good thing, right?

We also annoy each other. Such is life when a man and a woman decide to shack up and procreate.  In fact, I think it’s part of our “spark.”

Our marriage is hitting the 10 year mark, this June.  We’ve survived (and been blessed) with the addition of 3 little people into our lives. And we continue to co-exist, in general harmony, with these 3 little people. One is even a tween. Just let that sink in for a minute… Continue reading

But First, I’ve Got Towels to Fold…

I love my kids.
I love my husband.
And I am grateful for my life.
the weight of motherhood
and wifehood
all that mess
can take me to my breaking point …
BLUNTmoms published one of my posts, last week. Is it a first-world-problem piece? 100%. But it’s also raw and real and in it I share a personal moment of emotional weakness, paralleled with strength in my convictions to remain true to myself. I also throw in a bit of humour because it’s good to laugh, right?

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All I See are 50 Shades of Red

50 Shades of Red

So, the new 50 Shades of Grey movie is set to release next month.  Just in time for Valentine’s Day. Will I watch it? Likely. Did I like the books? No.

It’s been over two years since an army of  exhausted women with kids from around the globe mustered up some energy and went buck wild for the EL James’ Trilogy. I’m sure husbands everywhere are looking forward to another surge of action when the film hits cinemas, although ideally it would just go straight to DVD…

I was one of the last to get on the 50 Shades bandwagon and was the first, and only in my crew, to hop the hell off.

The moment the young, drunken Anastasia Steele fell at the feet of the composed and sober Christian Grey, was the moment the judgmental realist in me was awakened.

She’s 21. Let her figure it out for herself, Mr. Grey. Even if that means puking in a bush…

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