Me

I can’t win…

Last night my beloved husband called as he was driving home from work and asked me if there was anything we needed from the grocery store.

He’s a good man like that.

“Milk and bananas,” I replied.

“Right!” he said cheerfully. “I’ll get them. See you in fifteen minutes.”

So, he shopped while I finished putting together dinner and a short time later my man arrived at our home whistling happily.

He then put the milk, bananas and six boxes of these, on the kitchen table.

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These.

Six boxes. Forty-eight packages.

One of my kids refers to these as my crack.

My youngest calls them, my cancer bars, because of the colour.

Yes, these are my nemesis.

In the grand scheme of things, they aren’t a terrible bad habit. They’re not alcohol, candy, smoking or coffee.

But, they do have a ton of sodium and fat in them, so I had eaten up what I had in the house and stopped buying them.

I’d given them up.

And now, on the third day of the healthy eating pact that I’d made with a group of friends, they are back in my house.

Taunting me.

And yes, my husband DID know about my plans to eat better.

He just didn’t think it meant that I was giving these up too.

So.

I guess I’m not.

NOW.

Sigh.
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Me · Writing

I bored myself to sleep today…

nappingI had a nap today.

It’s not something I normally do, but I was reading on the couch and I just passed out.

I guess I was tired.

When I edit my writing, I use a pink highlighter to indicate when things are getting boring so I can go back and rewrite those particular sections.

When I looked back on what I edited today, I noticed there was quite a bit of pink highlighted in what I was reading.

Which isn’t good, unless of course I was actually trying to bore myself to sleep.

Which I did.

And you know what?

I feel pretty good. Naps are refreshing.

So now I’m thinking that I should write boring stuff more often just so we can all get more sleep.

Like this blog post.

You’re welcome.

Night all. 😉

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Me

I am a tired mama…

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I’ve fallen behind this week.

I’m behind with work.

I’m behind doing housework.

I’m behind doing laundry. (Okay, I’m always behind doing that, so that’s nothing new.)

And I’m behind in getting groceries. Yep, we ate out again tonight.

One thing I’m not behind in, however, is exercising.

I went on a walk with two good friends today. We did 10,000 steps in an hour and a half. We did stairs and hills and everything. It was EXHAUSTING.

I also did a Pilates class today, half of which was on a reformer. It was also EXHAUSTING.

I seem to be spending a lot of time these days exercising with friends.

This is a new habit for me, and I have to say, I’m enjoying it.

But, it also means I’m falling behind on doing the other things I should be doing. Like the aforementioned laundry, house cleaning, grocery shopping and work things.

You know what else I’ve fallen behind in?

Sleep.

Did I mention all this exercising is exhausting?

Zzzzzzzzzz.
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Daughters · Fashion · Shopping

I really need to start paying more attention to things…

640rootsLast night, my youngest daughter wandered into the family room after dinner. She had changed out of her school uniform into a t-shirt and a pair of track pants that looked suspiciously like mine.

“Are those my track pants?” I asked her.

“Possibly,” she replied with a smile.

“No, don’t smile at me. I was just going upstairs to put those on! They are the only pair I have clean!” I yelled bellowed whined said.

I then did a quick inventory of our clothes in my head and added “besides, you own six pairs of track pants and I have two. Why are you taking mine?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, “I guess I couldn’t find any of mine.”

“You can’t find ANY of your track pants? Seriously? Then you need to go and clean up your room,” I ordered.

She left and a few minutes later returned wearing a pair of track pants that I’d missed counting in my previous inventory.

I then realized my kid owns SEVEN pair of track pants. In her defense, some of them are hand me downs from her siblings, but still.

Who needs seven different pairs of track pants?

NO. ONE.

Well, apparently, my kid does.

And apparently, her father and I have been paying for her to collect them.

As I was going upstairs to do laundry tonight I stopped at my daughter’s bedroom door to talk to her and noticed that she had clothes strewn everywhere in her room.

I started to tell her to clean up her clothes but then I stopped because I was really worried about the fact that if she did clean up her room she might unearth an eighth pair of track pants.

Or, possibly even a ninth.

And that is just way too over-consumerish to contemplate tonight.

Sigh.

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Holidays · Parenting

Happy Thanksgiving!

thanksgivingThis past Monday was Thanksgiving Day here in Canada.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Belated.

Yep, I’m late.

Anyways…

I had all my kids at home for the Thanksgiving weekend.
It was great.
Yes, I fed them turkey and pumpkin pie.
And yes, they got to see their grandparents.

But, you know what?
My kids are all young adults now.

And young adults are loud.
And they like to tease each other.
And they like to tease their parents.
And they like to stay up really, REALLY late.
And they are really messy.
And I mean really, really, REALLY messy.

So, my weekend?
It was loud, messy, tiring, tease-filled and uh, fattening.

Yep, it was perfect.
And I loved every minute of it.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving too.

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