Funny story, I downloaded a meditation app. It’s called Calm. And I actually used it. To meditate, find relaxation, hide, whatever. This happened, a grand total of once. So far. But let’s back up. My kid turned four. And I met Katie from Fatty McCupcakes. On the same day. It was a groovy day. A day that included 20 cupcakes, 14 penguins, and a unicorn. Or so we thought. The night before Isla’s birthday, Neil and I were wrapping Isla’s…
It’s been an interesting couple of days in the not so frosty North. I wanted to write a letter to Neil about our fifth wedding anniversary, about how one day we got married and the next day Isla was nearly four and having her first dance recital. That’s exactly what happened. I was heavily pregnant for our first wedding anniversary. We went to the zoo, I forgot my three gallons of ice-tea, and I actually ended up in the…
A few months ago, I was on a self-care kick. I bought three mindfulness magazines made from recycled paper, and a candle that smells of books. This was it. I was going to read through the magazines with the candle going. I was going to learn how to relax, and maybe even get some sleep. And yet. The magazines sit unread in various corners and different piles. The candle is still sealed. I’m still not sleeping, but that’s OK. I’ve…
Right so, I realise I need to write some longer posts, like the London part of my recent London trip. However, life has been strange lately. Neil is away for a two week whatever-the-frig he does in the city office, and I MISS HIS GIANT DORK FACE. This is Tuesday of the second week, so 3 more sleeps. I am passing the time by eating Ben & Jerrys, taking Isla to a dinosaur museum type thing, begging her to stop…
‘You know how new hair grows in under old hair?’ I said to Neil through the bathroom wall. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Well, all my new hair is gray,’ I said. Before we headed off on our most recent road trip, I spent some time looking at myself in the mirror. I figured out some things. I should probably drink more water. I may start wearing some make up, all the time. But not really. Ah’m no bad, as they say over here.…
