My son’s last quadmester (4th semester consisting of two subjects due to remote/virtual learning) began a couple of weeks ago. It will run until the end of June, probably online. And then, he’ll have graduated grade 10 from inside of his bedroom. Thank you Mr. Trudeau and Mr. Ford. You are both equally to blame. (Don’t at me unless you’re Justin or Doug, I’m not going to rant and debate about this today.)Continue reading “Heartbreak”
I had a horrible thought this morning.
What if restrictions won’t be lifted after May 20 in this province?
Then I had another one.Continue reading “This and that”
I have a bruise on my head but I also have an appointment for a vaccine. 🎉🎊Continue reading “Finally, a sliver of light on the horizon?”
A mom takes her five year old child out to a fast food pizza joint. Mom takes the paper plate with the pizza slice and places it on an outdoor table. The child grins at his mom and kneels on the chair in front of the slice. Smiling, he commences to dip his face down on the pizza and licks some of the cheese, maybe even nibbles a bite. Mom sits down beside him and smiles.Continue reading “Perspective”
I am cranky and fed up.
Sorry not sorry.
I realized something: I need to say and do things that are helpful to me and others, not rant about my cranky-ness. But is it healthy to just swallow a bad mood, and let it fester (and grow) inside?
Of course not.Continue reading “Good vs bad rambling/ranting”
This is what happens when you arm a teen girl with a brush and hair elastics.
Or when you sit your sorry adult ass on the sofa for a moment, unsuspecting of any imminent hair styling adventures about to take place on your noggin.Continue reading “Attacked by hair styling implements”
Sometimes I get sucked into an argument I don’t want to have.Continue reading “Arbitrary thoughts”
Now that I have a driving teenager I find myself a lot more aware in how I drive, and what I say when I drive.Continue reading “Driving teens and digging Beagles (help me!)”
Yesterday, when I left for a shopping trip, there was an Amazon package on the front step. I picked it up without looking who it was for and put it on the dining room table. I knew it wasn’t for me, I rarely shop at Amazon. I figured it was for one of the men.
When I got home the package was still on the table, unopened. I thought, it must be for my daughter. Sure enough, when she arrived home from school and upon completion of the puppy-mauling-attack, she opened her package and took out the following items:Continue reading “Fidget toys for children with anxiety”