My kids are straight up savages when it comes to cleaning up after themselves. I’m not saying they make a mess; I’m saying they are like gummy, human bombs made out of dirt/markers/unidentified liquid substances, and they leave a trail of literal garbage in their wake. They could be hovering directly over the trashcan… Continue reading I Stopped Cleaning Up After My Kids and It Is Killing Me!
The best and easiest way I know to snap my kids out of a bad mood is to make their stuffed animals (or any body part or inanimate object) talk to them. It doesn’t work every single time, but I’ve turned temper tantrums around on a dime with just my fingers, a bad accent, and a… Continue reading Hot Parenting Tip: How to Manipulate Your Kids Using Their Own Toys
Just before Christmas, I lost 10 lbs in 22 days. The fact that I was able to lose weight at all (and so quickly!) was, for me, impressive enough, but the fact that I’ve been able to keep it off for 2 months while eating like a total hog has been nothing short of a… Continue reading How I Lost 10 lbs Without Exercising, Calorie Counting or Losing My Mind
*Thank you for the blog idea, Teresa! Chase and I have been letting the kids watch New Girl lately, which I don’t really feel bad about because my mom let me watch all sorts of shit when I was little and I turned out mostly fine. My favourite movies when I was my daughters’ age… Continue reading I’ll Tell You When You’re Married
Listerine foot soaks aren’t the only thing I’ve been pinning lately. My Pinterest boards have been getting a workout these past few weeks – from crochet projects to snail mail inspo to recipes to clothes I want to buy but will never actually own because my proportions are too weird to purchase garments online. More… Continue reading Wedninterestday – I Hope You Like Meat
Let’s take a break from my neuroses today and talk about my feet. They are straight up nasty (I realize this sounds like another bit of neurosis, but it’s just a cold fact). When I was a kid, I swore I’d do everything in my power not to have cracked and calloused heels, or toenails… Continue reading Let’s Talk About My Feet
So, a year ago? Two years ago? My elderly neighbour essentially gave Chase her snowblower. I say “essentially” because it’s not technically his – he’s just keeping it for her, in his garage, to use as he sees fit, as long as (and this is key) he agrees to blow out her driveway when it snows. I… Continue reading Thing I Feel Guilty About #68941