You’ve Gotta Know When to Fold ’em


“Always remember to hold on to your dreams, your path and, most importantly, yourself.

For when it comes to love, sure we get lost in it, initially, but we should never settle or accept another person’s insufficient version of it nor should we sacrifice ourselves along the way.

Don’t be hard on yourself or define yourself by mistakes that you make because it’s never too late to get off a detrimental path or to create a new one.”  – Me

If you relate, at all, to my above attempt a words of wisdom, I am over at BLUNTmoms with the story that inspired them.

Click here to read it.


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…

Yet I chose to read on. Continue reading

How to Tame Your Shrew (+ Handy Quiz)

angry big wife with rolling pin screaming at lazy small husband

Hey there husbands! Welcome. I assume you’re on the hunt for some shrew-taming pointers and that, my friend, is exactly what I’m going to share with you. For more on the topic, see: Taming of the Shrew (Or is the Problem You?)

Now, to begin with, you must truly believe that you have the power to turn your shrew into the supportive, happy woman that you long to be with. Just to confirm, I am not referring to an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined by Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.

Ok, so let’s get to work!

This formula: Happy Wife= Happy Life, is the foundation from which you will build upon. Refer to it when times get tough for there may be some rocky patches along your taming journey.

Now, let’s first determine if you have asshole tendencies, which is an essential step in the shrew-taming process. Continue reading

Taming of the Shrew (Or is the Problem You?)

big angry woman and small man on the field

Under her Thumb and you Wanna Run?

Is your wife bossy, moody and difficult?

Does she make you feel like a bird in a cage by hindering your freedom and standing between you and the things that you want to do?

While you’re chillin’ on the couch, just watching the game and having a few beers, does your wife dampen the vibe with her evil eye?

When you go out with your buddies, do you suffer your wife’s wrath the next day or even worse, does she forbid you to go in the first place?

If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, you may, in fact, be living with a shrew. Not an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined my Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.

But, fret not, my friend. I’m here to help you tame your shrew. Continue reading