♠ I have started a little venture. I have some new ideas about things and have diligently worked on those while the family was absent (camping trip) for the past few days (they’re back now). I’m close to completion and launching and hope I don’t chicken out.
♣ I have been cycling every evening. And walking occasionally. Like today. I walked to the store to get milk and yogurt. #GOMA
♥ Children are weird. Did you know this? Maybe not all children, but certainly mine.😉 Or at least my girl child is… This is what happened: Continue reading “Bullet points”
My daughter and I arrived at mom’s again for a few days, and as is typical, the first thing we do is tackle some of paperwork. She is still dealing with the ongoing paper trail of my dad’s estate.
After lunch, that is. Which included pie.
I mention this because there were quite a few dishes stacked by the sink. Lunch dishes and dessert dishes and also some other dishes… Continue reading “Tweens and chores: clever come-backs”
Tween girls, these creatures who have one foot in childhood and the other in teenage-dom, they are something else. 😀 Continue reading “Feisty, spunky tween girls”
Her, interrupting my quiet time aka wine time: What time is it? I’m hungry.
Me, sitting outside on back porch sipping a spritzer: March yourself into the house and check the 7 million digital clocks on every device or appliance.
Continue reading “Conversation with tween girl aka parenting is funny”
Wanna know some breaking news from my household?
The girl child accidentally found my chocolate and candy stash I hid at the beginning of lock-down. Mainly from the teenager. Continue reading “Elusive chocolate and candy stash: mom vs teenagers edition”
Here is proof that I put my week-long depression behind me with a recent selfie taken this morning. See? I’m upright, showered, dressed, awake.. 🙄
Does this look like a person who has not eaten any chocolate today?? 😂😂😂😛
Never mind. Let’s talk about something else… 😎 Continue reading “Kids and virtual friendships”
The continuation of the Monkey Bread saga continues…click here for part 1 from yesterday.
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My tween girl and I were baking bread (me) and Monkey Bread (her). While the doughs were rising, and the dishes piling up, and I had my back turned for a moment, she disappeared.
Because, kids. 🙃 Continue reading “The Monkey Bread saga – part 2”
I’m all people’d out. Finished. Done.
Tapped out of extroversion.
My daughter and I just completed a whole out of town weekend with a group of tweens and their parents. Games at rinks. Meals in atriums. Hotel room doors opening and closing amid giggles and shuffling feet.
Having said that, socializing is a nice change of pace for me. While at away games and tournaments, I get to talk with the sports parents in an environment other than rink lobbies for a change. This is good for an introvert like me. I do like occasional socializing, for a while.
But I have limits. 🙂 Continue reading “Tapped out”
I didn’t grow up with snacks. My mom didn’t buy them and so I didn’t have access to them.
Once I had my own money I didn’t want to spend it on junk, so I never really developed the habit of mindlessly, subconsciously, shoving crap down my throat while vegging out in front of the tv.
My own family is so different. The kids inherited the snacking gene from his side. They don’t even know what it feels like to watch tv/youtube/netflix or whatever they watch these days without snacks… Continue reading “Munchables, snacks and other food distractions”
Where do you derive your value from? Your self-worth?
From other people? In the form of praise? Acceptance? Or love?
Or from an internal sense of a job well done? Maybe from an accomplished task?
From a paycheck?
Please don’t say from kids. Especially not teenagers. 😔 Continue reading “Seeking self-worth in all the wrong places”
Did you know I am annoying? Continue reading “Newsflash”
Yesterday I gave my tween a haircut.
Actually, first I called the salon in our village-like neighbourhood to see if they could squeeze her in. That was on Saturday.
Continue reading “DIY haircut”