Category Archives: Marriage

Blogging: Where Do You Draw the Line?

May 23, 2011 By in blog, Blogging, friendship, fun, funny, Humor, inspiration, laughter, Life, Marriage, motivation, musings, my life, opinions, parenting, personal life, random thoughts, reality, Relationship's, thoughts, writing Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 26 Comments

Mr.MBA usually doesn’t read my blog but sometimes on the occasional chance he gets curious and visits my  little online world. This morning as we were eating breakfast we were having a discussion about his broken nose. He looked at me curiously, “You are not going to blog about this are you?”

“No! I’ll leave your poor nose alone.”

“Good!”

He then looked at me, “You know I’m thinking I might have to begin thinking before I speak. Maybe I should trademark everything I say?”

“Why?”

“Well! If you are going to keep mentioning me in your blog.”

I burst out into laughter “Yes! All insightful great one! Please do!”

It was with that we went about our morning business and making plans for the day.  As I looked over the morning newspaper I began to think there are many things I share with readers but also there is a line that I won’t cross in my personal life. I believe some conversations and some events in life are best kept private regardless of how good of a story it is to tell.

So, I want to know are there things you refuse to blog about it? Do you have a line that you don’t cross when it comes to life, family, and career? If so where do you draw the line?

Two Bobble Heads and One Rumpus Injury in the Bahamas

March 11, 2011 By in coco cay, cruise, eastern caribbean, Freedom of the seas, fun, funny, Humor, Jet ski, jet ski injury, Life, Marriage, musings, my life, random thoughts, Relationship's, Royal Caribbean, tailbone injury, the bahamas, thoughts, travel, vacation Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 10 Comments

The second morning of our cruise  I woke up at six in the morning! Ready for my run! I ran up the steps to the track! Only to gaze at the beautiful sunrise over Coco Cay. It was the perfect start to my relaxing day and it was dream not to run on the icy streets of Edmonton.

It was only after my delightful warm sweaty run - I ran back to the room and wrestled Mr. MBA out of bed!

“We’re here! We’re here get up!”

“It’s seven!”

“So! Get up! You can sleep on the beach!”

  I wanted off the ship! And ensured by getting up early we were  to be the first to be tendered out to this little tiny island of paradise. We wandered off the boat, headed to barefoot beach, it was secluded, and we quietly lounged the entire morning far from the crowds of people.

It was after this morning of relaxation we opted for  the Jet ski tour!  We arrived the Jet ski hut and were ushered into a room with seven other people. It was there we were given the run down on  jet ski safety.

Our guide warned us the water would be bumpy! I thought bumpy! Gesh! It’s always been fast and smooth when we went out on the river or lake. I never estimated how bumpy it could get…

We hopped on the jet ski, following our guide, as we left the island , we headed towards our ship and making our way to the back of the island. As, we hit the swells, Mr. MBA  pushed the jet ski to its limits. I cursed, swore, and held on for dear life as we bobbed up through the air.

As we pulled up to our guide, I could see he was laughing at us, and referred to us as two bobble heads, bobbing up in down in the distance. I was not amused…

 He then lured us around the island, where it was smooth skiing, fast, and fun.  We hit the turns hard and had an amazing time! I didn’t want the fun to stop!

That was until the guide informed us that we would be going back the way we came and if we thought it was bumpy before be prepared for even more jumps. My stomach lurched!  I looked at Mr. MBA, “You better go easy on me!”

And with that we took off, hitting the swells, at one point, we were off the waves, and ten feet in the air.I held on for dear life, and as I landed half on the seat, I felt a sudden pain shooting up my rumpus.

I let out a few loud explicit words and  knew from the crushing pain I had bruised my tailbone.

Mr. MBA ” Stop swearing at me!”

“I’m not! I hurt my butt!”

“You what?”

“It’s my tailbone!  I landed on it the wrong way!”

I could feel tears swelling in my eyes and just wanted a rum punch to take away the pain. My arms were sore, and I was getting tired of holding on. All I could think was ten more minutes and we would be back on land. It was a long ten minutes, I  cursed the swells, I cursed my husband, I cursed the jet ski instructor, and wondered how I would numb the pain of my rumpus!

The moment we got back, I wobbled off the jet ski, headed straight for the bar, one sore tailbone was not going to slow me down. I had my own medicine! And it’s known as Rum Punch! One, two, three, I was in the warm sun and feeling no pain.

 Mr. MBA warned me to go easy on the drinks.

I looked at him, “Easy! Easy on the drinks? Maybe you should have been easy on me?”

And with that I ordered a fourth!

Since, the jet ski incident I avoid hard chairs, and sit with cushioned pillow.  It has been almost three weeks and I have been patiently waiting for my rumpus to heal.

I still  wonder if my bruised tailbone, was worth the bumpy ride?  But I know  it could have been worse… I could have injured it slipping on the ice while forcing myself to run in this  cruel weather. It’s always good to have a little perspective! And right now as I look out my window, gazing at the bleak landscape, all I  wish is to be  back in the Bahamas nursing my  bottom  with another rum punch.

My Husband has Mistaken Me for Sarah Palin

December 10, 2010 By in birthday gifts, birthdays, friendship, fun, funny, Humor, Life, love, Marriage, motherhood, musings, my life, random thoughts, Relationship's, sarah palin, shooting range, stress reduction, Surviving the Holidays, the act of giving, thoughts Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 10 Comments

Some men,  buy women flowers, expensive jewelry, or something pretty for their wives on their Birthday. Oh! But not my honey! He likes to think outside the box, to get in touch with his wives inner feelings, and get her the most surprising gift ever. Yes! It was surprising! Head – Scratching (and no it wasn’t head lice)! But it was one of those speechless presents that you wonder – do I really send off that kind of signal?

The past couple of weeks have been hectic with Mr. MBA recovering from a mild surgery. I’ve become nurse, taxi driver,cleaning lady, head chef, volunteer, and exterior Christmas decorator all wrapped into one.

It was just yesterday, I strung the outdoor Christmas lights, impaled myself with a tree branch,  fell backwards off the ladder, only to be tripped by Frosty the Snowman. It was one of those comical moments,  you know the neighbors, are hiding behind their curtains, laughing at the mad girl, swearing off a storm of expletives.

So, as I marched into the house, I fantasized this would  be the Birthday year I would get a punch card for hot yoga glasses, or a gift certificate to a luxurious spa to soothe away all of  my stress.

So, I woke up this morning, ready to open my present, imagining something glorious!

I ripped open the package, to discover a case of beer, and a hundred-dollar gift certificate to the shooting range. I was tired, speechless, I looked at the beer, and then looked at the gift certificate.

“You got me a hundred-dollar gift certificate to the shooting range?”

Mr. MBA eyes gleamed with pride, “Isn’t it great?”

“Ummm! I guess!”

“I thought you would like it! You’ve talked about going in the past.”

I half smiled “Oh! But I was kinda half-joking about it.”

“You  don’t like it!”

“It’s not that I don’t like it! It’s just I’m wondering…Do I look like Sarah Palin to you?”

“Well kinda.”

“What!?”

“Well in a good way!You like to camp, hike and fish. Plus, you kinda look like  her when you pull your hair back, and wear your glasses. Also, when you have a little too much to drink your little accent comes out.”

“Ugh! I don’t have an accent!”

“But I thought you would like it! It would be a good way to relieve the stress and have fun!”

I looked at the beer. I  looked at the gift certificate.  And thought what the heck!  

 I looked at Mr. MBA,  and with my best Scarlett accent exclaimed, ” I can shoot straight,  if I don’t have to shoot to far…Just don’t ever mistaken me for Palin, again!”

So, this hectic season, who needs spa appointments, hot yoga, and expensive jewelry. Hell! I got a gift certificate to the shooting range and I’m going to enjoy every stress-free minute of it!

The View from My Rose-Colored Glasses

December 6, 2010 By in altruism, charity, donate, funny, Humor, inspiration, kindness of strangers, Life, Marriage, musings, my life, random thoughts, Relationship's, the act of giving, thoughts Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , 10 Comments

Once upon a time in a not so distant past, people would go door to door, campaigning for their special charity. Many people would answer their doors to strangers, listen to their cause, and donate a small token. But times have changed. Rarely, people campaign door to door, and rarely people donate to strangers.

It was just this past weekend the not so distant past came knocking on my door. It was a dark,cold evening, and two young men were standing outside, canvasing for their high schools charity. I gave them the suspicious  once over, decided they didn’t look like thugs, and let them in to warm up.

They were eager to discuss their schools campaign, they had pamphlets, they were knowledgable of the charity, and didn’t give me an uneasy feeling that I normally would get  from a  potential scammer. They seemed earnest, sincere, and very polite.

As I listened to their spiel - I decided I would donate a small sum to their campaign.  I filled out the donation form and asked  “So, are you guys having any luck with door to door donations?”

One young man responded, “The the last couple of hours have not been going well. But,  your small block has been quite generous and  has given us hope.”

I chuckled “Oh! It’s nice to hear our little  block has reaffirmed your hopes.”

 As the young men exited, I  closed the door, and Mr. MBA walked over with a small scowl on his face. “You do realize you just gave them this evening’s beer money?”

“I did not!”

“Oh! You so did!”

“Do you think they were scammers?”

“Yup!”

‘But they had the pamphlets, they were polite, and there was nothing wrong with their body language.”

“You wanna bet?”

I was feeling cocky “I’ll bet you dinner at Chops  because I know I’m right.”

“So how are we going to prove who is right? And who is wrong?”

“Let’s google the school!”

We checked out the schools web site and yes they were campaigning for this very special cause.

I gave a whoop, a jump, and with gusto I exclaimed, “Take that!”

Mr. MBA sighed and rolled his eyes,”Fine. But it really doesn’t prove anything.”

It was true it really didn’t prove anything but it did get me dinner at Chops.

I wondered was I too optimistic about people?  Maybe Mr. MBA was right, and  it was beer money. As I begun to second guess my instincts…I thought  have we grown so cynical towards people that we need to question every motive? Worry about potential scammers?

 Instead, I pushed those thoughts aside and decided to enjoy the view from my rose-colored glasses. The view was of a not so distant past when people trusted the kindness of strangers and believed their motives were altruistic. It is after all the holidays, it is about the spirit of giving, and  believing the best in everyone.

Running Solo

November 27, 2010 By in cold weather, fitness, friendship, fun, funny, Humor, Life, Marriage, musings, my life, random thoughts, resolution run, running, thoughts, Weather, winter Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , 14 Comments

It was just last week  temperatures plummeted to below-20 with a wind chill factor of -36. It was on those cold days I would bundle up and run. On most of the runs, I was fairly warm, with the right gear.  I enjoyed the brisk air, the snow-covered trees, and quiet trails.

I loved that there was not a soul in sight. I would just run with my thoughts and focus on my breathing. The problem maybe I enjoyed running solo a little too much.

Grace and I signed on to do the Resolution Run together. She doesn’t love running,  isn’t enjoying the cold weather, and since our last run she has become a bit of a thorn in my side.

We went out for a group run, the temperature plummeted, and it was obvious from her body language that she didn’t want to be there…The moment we embarked on our run, she started to complain, couldn’t breathe,too cold, her glasses were fogging up. I kept trying to be the cheerleader. But it wasn’t working. I could feel her negative energy seeping through her pores, festering all towards me.

I was beginning to get cranky, tired of cheering, being positive, and just wanted to get work out everything in my own head. It was hill training, it was hard, and I needed to focus on myself. The more she complained, the more tired I would become, within in minutes it all went downhill and became a very bad run. She just wasn’t in the right frame of mind and I didn’t have anymore energy to help her change her mind.  I would run ahead and then run back to check on her every few minutes. I was frustrated with her, and frustrated with myself for not being as patient or understanding as I should have been that night.

Needless, to say after we finished that run. She wasn’t happy, started to complain, I turned my ear, and went in a separate direction. The day had already been stressful with compromising with Mr. MBA, negotiating with the kids, and dealing other family issues. I just didn’t need anymore, all I wanted to do by this point was stretch, soak in a hot tub, and go to bed.

It was the  next morning she sent me a very nice email thanking me for cheering her on, checking on her, and she realized  that maybe she shouldn’t have run that night. She also recognized it wasn’t my fault that she was cold,  and her glasses kept fogging up. She also pointed out that all of her anger was festering from past  childhood experiences in phys ed.class, and I had become the target of it. I think this reflection was good. But for me it also made me realize maybe I’m better running on my own. It’s my time and I don’t have to deal with emotions, or other people’s baggage. Is it wrong to think this way?

The weather, has finally warmed, once again, but we decided to take a break from each other for the rest of the week. And maybe next week will be our week? It was our last run together which taught me  that sometimes running with a partner is like a marriage, it takes compromise, patience, and communication. But sometimes I just don’t want to compromise, communicate, or be patient. Sometimes,  I just want to run.

What do you prefer running solo? Or with a partner?

Trash Talk Tuesday – The T-Disc Dilemma and the Dispute

October 26, 2010 By in carbon footprint, Coffee, Education, environment, friendship, funny, green lifestyle, Humor, humour, Latte, Life, Marriage, motivation, musings, my life, nature, parenting, Plant nutrients, random thoughts, Relationship's, spousal conflicts, T-Disc, tassimo, think green, thoughts Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 8 Comments

It was just last week  I suffered from the great T-Disc dilemma!  I wasn’t sure if  T-Disc could be recycled?  But then I got an idea courtesy of Your Guide to  Green Living  which informed me that coffee grounds were full of nutrients that plants love. As I read I noticed  my lovely oregano, dill,  parsley and  basil looking a little hung over. I thought this would be  the perfect way to rescue my indoor herb garden from too much drink and very little nourishment.

So I have taken on this tedious task of recycling my T-Discs and saving the coffee grounds with vigor. Now, every time, I use a T-disc, I pop it open, scrape the coffee grounds into a can under the sink, and use it later as plant food. I then clean out the used t-discs and throw them  into the blue bag for recycling. This way I have my recycled cake and eat it too without the guilt!

However, Mr. MBA had issues with this whole process…

On Saturday morning he watched my T-disc ritual with bafflement and confusion.  He asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning out the T-discs, so they can be recycled, and use the coffee grounds to nourish the plants.”

“Oh! Why?”

“It’s good for the environment.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I’m not!”

“Are you bored?”

“Bored?”

“Yes, are you bored?”

“No, I’m not bored!”

“Then why are you creating all of this extra work?”

“It’s not extra work.”

“It is!”

“Well I’m not asking you to do it! Just give me your T-disc!”

“I’m not giving you the T-disc.”

“Why not?”

“It seems like a redundant task.”

“It’s not a redundant task! It’s good for the environment!”

“Well! Who else does this?”

“I don’t know!”

“It seems like a waste of time.”

“Don’t you want to be a good citizen? Show your children that you are the green machine Dad?”

“I am a good citizen! And I’m a machine!”

“I mean global citizen! Just think of the future, our children, their children.”

“Don’t pull that argument with me!”

He then took the T-Disc and threw it in the wet garbage!

I gasped, “What are you doing?”

“ I’m throwing the T-Disc in the Trash!”

“But it’s plant food! Dig it out!”

“I’m not digging it out!”

“Yes You are ! Or no dessert for you tonight!”

“No dessert?”

“That’s right!”

“Fine.”  And with that he plucked the T-disc out of the and grumbled “Good Grief! Next week we’ll all be vegans!”

As he walked away, I secretly thought, not such a bad idea.  It would be good for the environment, a great way to lose weight and maybe I would get those slender vegan yoga arms. A girl can dream…..

The Brazilian Blowout!

September 9, 2010 By in beauty, brazilian blowout, budget, finanaces, funny, hair, Humor, humour, Life, Marriage, money, musings, my life, random thoughts, Relationship's, thoughts Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 12 Comments

My hair has always been less than desirable.  It’s frizzy, unruly, and obnoxious. Kind of like me on a good day!  And for some reason this summer it has rebelled every step of the way.  It seems that I developed a heavy case of frizitis.

So as I contemplated what would I do with this mane at my next hair appointment? I decided I would rescue it from its pig- headedness and attempt a Brazilian blowout.  I contacted my local salon and they had me booked for the very next day.

 I was eager for this appointment and forgot to ask about the cost.  I assumed it would be roughly the same amount as a cut and color.  And considered it one of those splurges that constitute want over necessity.

The process took over two hours from start to finish. As the stylist completed the process – I began to ohhh and ahhhh over my hair. It was sleek, shiny, and felt ever so soft.  It was at that very moment I was struck by the evil temptation of vanity. 

As I got up from the salon chair and got compliments on my hair all the way to the receptionist desk. It was at this point my ego was huge with my silky hair.  As I waited for the cost and ready to leave a big fat tip the receptionist declared, “That will be three hundred and twenty-six dollars.”

My face blanched and I attempted to gain composure, “Oh! Three hundred and Twenty Six dollars.”

I think I almost choked on my own vomit as I paid the hefty bill.

As, I left the salon petting my hair, anxious thoughts began to roll through my head… And began to consider everything else that   I could have done with three hundred and twenty-six dollars including tip.    The next thought was uh oh…I didn’t discuss this with Mr.MBA.

How do I explain to a man with no hair that I just spent three hundred and twenty-six dollars not including tip on my hair? It was one of those hairy moments. We didn’t discuss this large of a purchase. So, to steady the blow of shock to my husband I took my leftover Vegas winnings and immediately deposited them into the bank account.

I then resorted to cooking his favourite meal, ensuring he had his two glasses of wine, as I broke to him the news.

“Ummm! Honey! I have something to tell you! “

“What is it?”

“Well, my hair.”

“It looks great! I love it!”

“Err. Thanks! But my hair…”

“What about your hair? How much did it actually cost?”

“Well! You’re not going to like it!”

“How Much?”

“Three hundred and twenty-six dollars not including tip!”

“Ugh!”

“I’m sorry! I assumed and should never assume! Should have gotten a quote!”

“That’s right never assume! But you know what – it looks good! So enjoy it!

“Really?”

“Yup!”

“Ahhh! Thanks!”

So now I have very expensive hair that I’m petrified of getting wet and keep thinking it would have been much better spent in my RRSP contributions. But then I pet it and everything feels better.  It will be my new favourite pet for the next twelve weeks.

 Do I love my hair? Yes. I can say with complete vanity for once in my life I love my hair. Would I ever pay three hundred and twenty-six dollars including tip again? Not a chance in hell !  Unless of course… I become a millionaire.

The Cure for Bitter Housewife Syndrome

June 9, 2010 By in boys, Family Dynamics, funny, Humor, humour, Life, Marriage, Music, musings, my life, parenting, random thoughts, Relationship's, thoughts Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , 8 Comments

It was one of those busy non-stop errand running and taxi service days. I had an hour to get to soccer and feed the kids. It is at those pivotal moments that fast food comes in handy and quick. So, we scurried off to Wendy’s digesting our greasy, non-organic hamburgers and fries. We hopped back in the car and away our merry caravan went off into the frenetic city streets.

My son was overjoyed with the CD he received from his kids meal, “Mom! Can we listen to this?”

I attempted to show enthusiasm, “Yay! A Mini-Pops CD! I can’t wait to listen to it!”

I was about to go into a spiel about the importance of good music “Back in my day…” sinking  back into my teenage memories of Sonic Youth, clutching the plastic wrapped tape in my hand, playing “Goo” and “Cool Thing” over and over again. Oh! How I loved my pink hair, combat boats, and Ramones t- shirts.

So, as I was about to say “Back in My day…”  I stopped and realized that if I finished this statement I was admitting I was getting older and my Peter Pan ways would have none of that….Instead, I bit my tongue and grimaced  prepared for  the inevitable Barbie Girl or Cotton Eyed Joe to invade my car space.

I slid the CD into the player and with gusto a whole other magical era of the mid-eighties appeared taking me back to my early youth. As soon as I heard the beat, the distinct voice, I knew it was “Somebody’s Watching Me!”  I remembered my grade three dance moves like it was yesterday, and didn’t miss a beat to the song.

So I began to drive with arms flailing, my body having some form of spastic attack, and the children looking at me like their mother had been possessed by some eighties pop god. However, this one song was relief from the monotony of the day and I let my freak flag shine!

 So, if you saw a mad woman in a little car, driving, belting out “Somebody’s Watching Me” to her heart’s content. At the same time exclaiming to her children, “Why aren’t you singing?” It was me!  I will not apologize for my smooth car moves !  It saved my day from bad food, tedious errands, and helped remove the grimace of bitter housewife syndrome.

A Lesson from Mother Nature

May 31, 2010 By in boys, Family, Mothers, Children, Life, Siblings, funny, hiking, Life, Marriage, Mother Nature, national parks, nature, nature walk, outdoors, outdoots, parenting, Relationship's, sun gods, Weather Tags: , , , , , , , , , , 6 Comments

 I had ambitious plans this weekend which included completing my retaining wall, planting my garden, and enjoying a nice Sunday at Elk Island National Park. However, Mother Nature had other plans for me.

 I woke up Saturday morning ready to face the day but as I looked out my window. Gasped at the snow and rain. I felt a strong sense of defeat. I began to curse Mother Nature and the Sun gods, wondering only why? I realized no awkward sun dance, or rare offering of pistachio nuts would appease the gods to grant us sun.

After, I ranted, complained, and stomped my feet. I played three solid hours of board games from Monopoly to Clue and subjected myself to watching Little Hercules with the kids. After my Saturday afternoon of non -stop fun was complete. I came to the astonishing conclusion that if I can’t win over Mother Nature and her crew of Sun gods I may as well work with them.

It was on Sunday I put this theory to the test. I woke-up and it was still raining with a mixture of snow.

 My husband had a relieved smirk on his face, “I guess we are not doing that 10km death march today?”

I gave him the stink eye.”What are you afraid we are going to melt?”

He looked slightly panicked, “We’re not going out in that for a 10km hike with the kids!”

“Fine, Let’s compromise – We can do a short 3km hike, and drive the bison loop.”

“It’s raining.”

“So!”

My husband looked sceptical and was prepared for the worse as we hopped in the car, setting out on our Merry Way to Elk Island National Park.  The children were also not the most enthused bunch and wondered why we couldn’t do this on a sunny day.

My only pep talk was, “What are you wimps! Scared of a little weather! Chickens!”

My oldest responded with an eye roll and a “Whatever! You are, so, mature Mom.”

I ignored his passive complaint, and offered up a variety of Tim bits. They happily noshed as we drove on. Once we arrived, we hit up the Bison Loop.  We drove around the corner and were immediately greeted by a herd of bison.

The kids eyes lit up and they went wild with excitement!  They were thrilled to see the Bison so close to our car. However, petrified at the same time, my husband and I debated, how close is too close to these woolly creatures. Needless, to say they grazed, lumbered, and ignored us for the most part. We were just another group of humans passing through for the bison show.

After our encounter with supper, we decided on a short 3 km walk on the Amisk Wuche Trail. It was still pouring rain and my husband saw his last chance to convince me to opt out.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I sighed, “It is just rain!”Suck it up!”

We hopped on the snow cover trail, wandering across the boardwalks of kettle lakes, and beaver ponds.  The kids delighted in snowball fights, the family of chipmunks, and the loons on the lake. We were raucous and loud being the only people on the trail.

As we hopped back in the car, muddy and drenched from the rain, my oldest son looked at me and said, “This maybe one of the best days ever.”

So, thank you Mother Nature for teaching me to go with the flow, and to work with the weather.  I know without the rain-it wouldn’t have been nearly such a fun day. However, I’m ready for a little sun. Please!

Apologies for the poor quality of pictures. My camera fizzled this weekend and I had no choice but to use the blackberry.

I’ve Got a Plan! Maybe!?

May 1, 2010 By in friendship, Life, Marriage, Relationship's Leave a comment

    I just finished speaking with a dear friend about her life , relationship with  her man boy, and wanting children. It left me pondering my own thirty something wasteland. My friends and I all graduated from university, we all had plans, but none of us have turned out to be expecting to be  what we are in our thirties. Our lives are definitely not what we planned.  Out of all of  us – my Plans faltered the earliest with a gasp of a pregnancy test and a blink of an eye. I became a married mother by the time I was twenty-four. It was not the glamorize law track that I was expecting in life.

It was at this time I was envious of my friends devil-may-care attitude and the freedom they were able to experience from nightlife to expensive fashion tastes.  I on the other hand was bogged down in diapers, Baby Einstein, and organic baby food.  But now, I see my friends, and they are all stuck.  They are at a stage in their lives were they want stability, children, and a different life. All are slowly working towards it. It’s as I watch their struggles from a far…I breathe a slight sigh of relief.

I have travelled the globe in my early twenties, had kids by my mid-twenties, and grudgingly moved to the suburbs by the time I was thirty.  It’s great to think by the time I’m forty-two I will be sending my oldest to University.  But now I’m beginning to think what about me?  As both of my children will be in school full-time next year – I will have more freedom.  I wonder do I stay home,  complete my masters, or find a job to put me on the career track?

It’s all of these questions which are beginning to nag me as I did everything backwards from everyone else. I know I’ve made the right decision by staying home with my two boys to ensure they have a great childhood. I’m proud of this accomplishment. But I also know what my friends have accomplished in their  twenties and thirties in their fast paced career tracks. I  have alot of work  to play catch-up. 

I’m ready to start that next phase but the scary question is when?  And what folly will I create next?  I still don’t have the answers and am waiting for a lighting bolt to hit me for inspiration.  Okay! Lighting! Hurry- up and strike!  I’m waiting!

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