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I’ve been saying that a lot lately, haven’t I. Like my earlier post from a few hours ago which was all ranty and full of expletives.
Sorry. (Not really.) 😐
Apologizing is a very Canadian 🇨🇦 activity so sorry for saying sorry when I’m not really sorry. 😄
Some people are dropping off the social internet.
I get it. We’re all fatigued by the constant bombardment of ever-changing news.
Although I believe in staying informed, I do sometimes scroll mindlessly, which, given we are starting day 8 of quarantine here (for my family specifically – many of our friends just returned from spring break and are at the beginning of the staying home movement) is hardly surprising. We’re still adapting to social distancing and its emotional and mental effects.
It hasn’t been easy but for me, an introverted homebody to begin with, not that hard either. Having the family around constantly has been a learning curve but again, we’re managing. Mostly. Continue reading “Embracing (figuratively and virtually)”
I am trying to teach people in my household about the courtesy flush.
It’s not working.
This is a small house.
Seriously considering getting an outhouse put in the backyard. Then I can send them to the loo with a roll of TP and that’s that.
Does Amazon sell that?
If you live in a country with seasons, you understand instinctively that at some point at least twice a year you will go insane.
We live in a country with seasons, and the transition from cold, wet weather to warm, dry weather takes a big fat toll on my tiny hall closets, my attic and my sanity.
Attics are a blessing for storing seasonal things.
Attics are also a curse for storing seasonal things. Especially clothing and footwear. Continue reading “The toll of hallway closets when the seasons change”
Wanna know what bugs me? Something so ridiculous I seriously question my state of mind sometimes.
Here it is.
We are always out of drinking glasses. Continue reading “Ridiculous preoccupations of a SAHM”