Parenting can be hard but being a single parent can be really, really hard. Not having someone to share the duties with is exhausting. There’s often not enough hours in the day to get everything you need to do done. And when you’re sick that gets even harder.
That’s been me this week. Fighting this brutal sinus/ chest cold thing that started with a painful sore throat and no voice. I work in radio, I need my voice. And I have to work. We’re short one announcer so sick days aren’t an option. Continue reading →
It was one of those days I just wanted to get home and snuggle with my little Princess. I hadn’t seen her much because of extra hours at work to cover for an announcer who was on medical leave, and I had a list of things planned for us to do. Continue reading →
Every where you look there’s relationship advice for everyone, being shouted from every medium you can imagine. The internet, television talk shows, books, magazines even Buddist podcasts will sometimes broach the subject. So much of this advice stems on communication. Speaking to each other, saying what’s on your mind and and how you feel. Don’t be afraid to voice your doubts or tell your new love what is bothering you the experts, bloggers and writers tell you. The more you talk about these things the better your connection will be with your significant other. You need to communicate they say. Continue reading →
Time now for another edition of Things Princess D Says. Things that from the mouth of babes has just a wee bit more humour (and other things) than from the mouths of those further down the path of life.
This is the story
of the Wee Bitter Man.
Not wee-like in stature,
Just wee-like in substance.
The story of the Wee Bitter Man
Who couldn’t take rejection.
Who pretty much lost his shit
When his month long quest
To bed the lovely lady with red lips
Fell short of his much desired goal. Continue reading →
Davis wasn’t feeling well so instead of being able to do my 2-hours of writing I picked her up. Alas, no writing.
Instead she is right now climbing on my shoulders. She came in the office saying, “I will help you write.”
Me, being a pushover mommy, agreed. Hey, I thought, I’ll let her sit on my lap and show her how I write a blog. I’ll let her pick the pictures. Proud & Over Achiever mommy think, It’s even a learning moment.
Moral of the story: when a 2-year old tells you she’ll help you work chances are you ain’t getting anything done.