Monthly Archives: October 2011

Working Mom.

My day went as follows:

Woke-up. (Was amazed I wasn’t sick considering I went to bed with the chills and a horrible heachache)

Checked my e-mail.

Had a shower.

Said goodmorning to the kids.

Made them their favorite breakfast – Oatmeal.

Got ready for my day.

Made Rhys and myself a lunch. My lunch was allowed to have peanut butter…

Walked Rhys to the bus in the fog.

Painted Ammie’s nails bubblegum pink.

Went to work…in the fog.


Took the bus home. Well, at first I took the wrong bus (which would have landed me in the opposite end of the city) but quickly realized my mistake and fixed it.

Unloaded and loaded the dishwasher.

Got Rhys from the bus. I was given the task of carrying home his prize pumpkin.

Made homemade tortillas to make into enchiladas. Yum.

Had dinner. Double yum.

Put Ammie in the bath.

Helped Rhys pick an outfit to wear to the wedding on Saturday.

Put Rhys in the bath.

Cuddled Ammie.

Tucked the kids in.

Wrote this blog.

About to crash.

So this is what it feels like to be a working mom…



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Settling for less-than-perfect.

I’m somewhat of an idealist. I tend to view the world as it should be. I get my hopes and expectations up and, more often than not, I see them crumble down around me. This is how I’ve operated for years. I’m sure it started when my parents separated, when life took a turn for the worse and I was left in the dust trying to figure things out…doesn’t everything stem from childhood? At least that’s when I started seeing this pattern of thought play-out time and again. Something exciting was coming-up (birthday, Christmas, party, anything) and I would go over and over in my mind how it should be and how I would be happiest if this, this and that were to take place. The event would pass by without anything that I’d imagine having taken place and I would be left with a gaping hole of disappointment in my heart. Even though this happened for years it wasn’t until a little while ago that I realized this about myself. Now I try to curb the expectations with a healthy dose of reality…but it’s hard.

When I think about how much time and energy I was spending on trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life after the kids are were in school I’m pretty sure that it came from this place, a place of a romanticized vision of my life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s important to dream…and have BIG dreams. You don’t want to limit yourself in any way, but there’s a balance between having lofty goals and living within your means and abilities. I think that I felt (feel) pressure to immediately succeed and that my idea of success is easily influenced by others. I was telling myself that in order to succeed I needed to find the perfect job that pays the perfect amount that has the perfect title that allows me to use every scrap of my creativity while simultaneously fixing the world. Sound familiar? I know I’m not the only one!

A few weeks ago I learnt that a daycare spot had opened-up for Amelia. I was excited and nervous because that meant I could now start my search for a part-time job. My availability is rather limited so I was doubtful that people were going to even consider hiring me. The first place that popped into my mind was a clothing store at a nearby mall. I hadn’t really thought of working there before because, I’m just going to be 100% honest with you, I looked at mall jobs as…well, low-end. “I’m better than that“, I told myself. Oi. That sounds horrible. But the truth is, I’m not “better” than that (And who defines what’s better? If the person is happy at that job, isn’t that the best thing?).  I’m not educated. I don’t have a degree. I’m only looking for something part-time. I’m not looking to start a career or go back to school right now. When I broke it all down and removed my inner idealist, a mall job was the less-than-perfect perfect!

I called the manager at the store and asked her if she was hiring. She was! They were looking for someone who could work Monday to Friday, part-time, starting at 10am and ending around 2 or 3pm. MY. EXACT. HOURS (Praise God!)! Well, I’m sure that you can see how this pans out. I got the job and I start at the end of this week. I’m actually excited…and why shouldnt I be? I love clothing and fashion. I love working with people. I love customer service. It’s a bright, clean, organized store. Who knows? Maybe this will lead to bigger things!

I learned a really important lesson through all of this: I need to settle for less-than-perfect more often. I get so hung-up of having things turn-out the way that I want them to that I miss so many of life’s random (or not-so-random) surprises. I forget to be thankful for life’s many blessings. I also learned that ‘Sometimes you just have to try‘ goes hand-in-hand with sometimes you just have to ask! When I stepped outside my comfort zone and called the manager she could have easily said no, or she could have easily trashed my resume (considering I haven’t worked in 6.5 years). I would have just been left in the same place I started, no big deal, but this time it worked out and paid-off!

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Things I love right now…

 1) My hair. I’m really having fun with this style!

2) Meeting a friend for coffee and spending half-an-hour looking through pretty jewelry at Forever 21.

(found here)

3) Sweater and boot weather!

4) The fall wreath that I made the other day. Can’t go wrong with fall foliage and a hot glue gun!

5) $10 dollar glasses from Zenni optical.

6) Ammie’s new pageboy haircut.

7) Stew! I made slow cooker stew twice this past week…soooo good!

8 ) The paper mache skeleton that I created for our (one and only) Halloween decoration. It’s made from toilet paper rolls (thanks for the idea Candice!).

9) The fact that James’ graduation is TOMORROW!!! Can’t wait. Gonna cry.

10) That I got a job! I’m now a working woman (I have yet to start said job…so I guess I’m not quite a working woman yet).

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DIY Knotted Headband.

So it’s a bit hard to see in this picture, but I’m sure you get the idea. It’s cute…that’s all you have to know.

I took an old headband that I wasn’t wearing anymore and revamped it into a cute accessory! What fun!

 It was previously made from a dark brown satin material. I cut five strips off of James old t-shirt to use. One was wrapped around the headband to cover the colour, the other four were used to make the knot. All I used for this were scissors, an old t-shirt, a hot glue-gun and an old headband. Easy no-sew 20 minute project! (Here’s where I got the idea from)


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On turning 28 and chopping my hair.

 Tomorrow I turn 28.

 It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m almost 30. I always thought that when I got closer to 30 I would have my life all ‘sorted-out’ and I would feel…old. I don’t feel old at all. Far from it actually. I feel younger now then I did in my early 20’s! Maybe because I get a full nights sleep now. Maybe because I’m looking at the world wide-eyed and excited again. Maybe because James and I are on a ‘honeymoon high’ in our marriage (7 years!). Probably all of the above.

 Even though it means that I’m one year closer to 30 (which really isn’t all that nerve-wracking, I just like to joke about it) I’m really looking forward to this next year and chapter of my life. I’ve been making huge strides in a lot of areas these past few months and now that I’ve got the momentum going, I can’t wait to see what’s next. I’m feeling more confident with myself and where I’m at. I’m starting to give myself room to acknowledge my strengths and build upon them and, just as importantly, acknowledge my weaknesses and accept that I don’t have to be everybody and do everything.

 I have a hunch that 28 is going to be a great year for me. I figured that I would head into a new stage with a whole new look so I chopped my hair! For some time I’ve been wanting to get a super short hair-do and I’ve just never had the guts to do it. Well, out with the old and in with the new. I finally decided that if I didn’t do it I would always wonder if I would have liked the short look so I may as well find out. There’s nothing like being bothered by a nagging question for years and years. I made my stylist turn the chair around so I couldn’t see (that’s just how nervous I was) but, as it turns out, I LOVE it! It’s so much fun and confident. A perfect hairstyle to reflect how I’m feeling.

I will be celebrating my birthday by taking my children to the dentist! Clearly I didn’t really think that one through too well 🙂


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Oh so cute.

{My littlest niece, Coralise, and I at Thanksgiving dinner}

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On Short Hair.


 from American(?) Vogue

by Joan Juliet Buck

Joan Juliet Buck, a devoted short-hair convert, explains why it makes a difference.

Hair is time.

Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. Long hair moves faster than short hair. Long hair tells men that you are all woman, or a real woman, or at the very least a girl. Short hair always makes them wonder. Short hair makes children ask each other –usually at the school-yard gate, when parents are late– “Are you a boy or girl?” Men married to women with short hair should not have affairs with women who have long hair kept up with many little pins and combs. Once you have cut your hair you have to remember to wear lipstick, but you can put away the brush, elastics, and the black barrettes in the form of shiny leaves with rhinestone hearts. When you cut your hair you lose a nose and gain a neck. A neck is generally better than a nose. It does not need to be powdered, except on extreme occasions. It does, however, need to be washed more often.

With short hair you suddenly dislike the month of March, when the wind blows down the back of your neck. With short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. And you brush your teeth more often. Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. When it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. That’s why you need a variety. Short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. You can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. You eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. What else can you take away? You can’t hide behind short hair. Your nape is exposed. Men put their hands around your neck instead of stroking your long locks. You can only pray they have friendly intentions. The backs of your ears show, your jaw line is clear to anyone watching, and you realize –perhaps for the first time– how wide the expanse of skin is between cheekbone and ear.

You may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare. You will look elegant, as short hair requires you to keep your weight slightly below acceptable levels. However, the first time you wear a bathing suit with short hair, you will feel exceptionally naked. People who used to look straight at you will love you in profile. Short hair makes others think you have good bones, determination, and an agenda. The shape of your skull is commented on, so are its contents. They can pick you out in a crowd, and you can be recognized from behind, which can be good or bad. But your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.

Chase to the cut.

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