Some time ago someone asked me some specifics about my partner. Specifically, they wanted to know if my partner was male, i.e. whether I was in a heterosexual relationship.
It was clear to me that this person had not read my blog for very long, because I think it’s obvious that we are living the life of a traditional family. I am the primary caregiver and he is the primary earner and we cohabit at the same address and raise the spawn together.
But it begs to ponder nomenclature, doesn’t it.
Continue reading “Spousal nomenclature”
Disclaimer: this is not a rant but it has a rant-y slant. And, I’m ranting about family. 🙄 Spare me positivity and all that crap. I’ll be over it tomorrow. If you can’t handle a dose of my current reality please do yourself a favour and stop reading now. Come back tomorrow when I post about guinea pigs and cats.
I have a spot in the yard where I go sit to
feel sorry for myself soak up some sun on the days we are treated to such spring-like weather. Continue reading “Dangling over the edge”
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There is a pub in our neighbourhood that serves traditional Polish food. Or, Eastern European (so northern Germany, into the Baltic states, etc…) If you like Schnitzel and potatoes and pickled things and, um…beer, well this pub serves that.
What’s more, it’s walking distance from our house. Continue reading “Eating local – brick and mortar pub in the ‘hood”
We took our kids from Toronto, Canada to Switzerland on vacation. This is our adventure.
This is a multi-part series. Scroll down to the end of this post for a list of the previous stories in chronological order.
I don’t talk much about my partner as he is not interested in social media or being part of it etc., but he knows I document our trip and is ok with some peripheral mentionings.
For this chapter of the story, he plays a part. Because… he loves to hike. Always has. If there’s a trail through any kind of nature, but especially a forest, he’s in his element. But he will hike anywhere: in the desert, in the Canadian bush, through rolling hills or steep mountains…doesn’t matter where.
Continue reading “13. Vacation memories: hiking in the Alps – part 1”
The family is getting ready to go camping in a few days.
I’m not going. Continue reading “When mom bows out of camping”
Face it: minimalism in a family with kids is about as far away from possible as Fiji is from Canada.
Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t attempt it.
I amuse myself.
Ha ha ha.
Continue reading “The purge: starting at the beginning”
Home ownership and parenting is not for wimps. That is probably the only lesson that’s stuck over the years… 🙂
Continue reading “Summer vacation: some work, some play and an unpleasant surprise”
“Do we have a bristle board, I need it for tomorrow…”
…no school-aged child ever says at 8 o’clock on a weeknight. 😛 Continue reading “Homework and the elusive bristle board”