Grownup conversation in the presence of kids, or just text me

I am fortunate enough to work from home a couple of days a week, and on those days I pick up my son at the bus stop in the afternoon. This is a special treat for me, because not only do I get to enjoy some fresh air and quality time with my boy, it also allows me to see my friends, and chit chat while we wait. I love this time because it affords me few minutes away from my basement office to talk to other adults face-to-face.

Now generally, the conversation sans children goes a little like this (me and my friend Tracy, for example): Me: “Hey Tracy! I forgot to tell you! I tried a great new recipe for butter chicken!” Tracy: “Oh! I looooove butter chicken! Can you send it to me?” Me: “Of course! So you guys like Indian food?” Tracy: “We love Indian food” Me: “We know this great little place, we should go one evening, just the adults” Tracy: “That would be fun!” Me: “Do you think so-and-so also likes Indian?” Tracy: “So-and-so does, but the other one doesn’t…” And so on and so forth and it’s a nice, happy, pleasant conversation and plans would likely get made to go to the Indian restaurant. Short and sweet and efficient. Beautiful.

And then the kids get off the bus, and the conversation goes a little differently (initials represent the children). Ahem. Me: “Hey Tracy! I forgot to tell you!” D: “Mommy” Me: “Just a minute sweetheart, I’m talking. Anyway, I tried a great new recipe…” D: “Mommy!” Me, with index finger up in the wait a minute sign: “…for butter chicken…” D: “MOMMY NOW!” Me, with an apologetic look at Tracy: “D, I’m talking and when someone is talking you have to wait your turn” (because this is a teaching opportunity). D: “But Mommy, teacher said we couldn’t bring Ninja Turtles to school”. Me: “Well, you’re not supposed to bring toys, did you bring a toy?” D: “No” Me: “Then why did teacher say you couldn’t bring Ninja Turtles?” (blank stare). Tracy: “I looooove butter chicken!” D: “What’s butter chicken?” Tracy: “B! Stop pushing your brother! Can you send it to me?” B: “But he pushed me first!” Tracy: “Yes, but you’re older and should know better. And N don’t push your sister.” N: “But mom! She hit me on the bus!” Tracy: “Did you hit him on the bus?” (Eye roll in my direction) “These kids are driving me crazy.” Me (40’ away because D walks really slowly): “So you guys like Indian food? D, stop picking your nose, that’s gross” Tracy: “Oh yes, we love Indian food” B: “Mom! N pushed me again!” N: “Did not!” B: “Did too!” D: “But mommy, I thought it was show & tell today that’s why I brought the Ninja Turtle to school. I wanted to show the class my favourite one. Mommy, can I watch TV when we get home?” Me: “Yes. We know this great little place, we…” D: “Mommy?” Me: “Just a minute sweetheart. We should go one evening…” D: “Mommy!” Me: “Lord help me… just a minute sweetheart, I’m trying to talk to Tracy and I’ll be all yours in just a bit.” D: “But Mommy, when IS my show & tell?” Tracy: “N, DO NOT face plant your sister in the snow!” Me: “I said I’m talking to Tracy!” D: “But Tracy is talking to B and N!”… Crickets… I look at Tracy and she looks at me and we know. No words are needed because we know. If we really want to go for butter chicken, we’ll plan it via text message.

Thanks a Latte

This is a birthday card I made for Tracy at her last birthday. It’s called Thanks a Latte by Tiddly Inks and is in no way a representation of our friendship or how we have conversations, because it is missing children.

I really DO love my children though…

EBee xox

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Friendship Matters

I am so lucky. Lucky to be surrounded by some awesome women (and men) who I can call friends. People fun enough to laugh with and close enough to cry with. People who call me, text me, show up at my door… when things are tough. People I don’t see nearly often enough, but when I do, it feels like no time has passed. People I’ve known for 20 years, people I’ve known for 6 months, and everything in between. All these friends who make my life richer, warmer and lighter.

They come in the form of neighbours, childhood friends, university sisters, daycare mommies (and daddies), colleagues and former colleagues. They are all beautiful and they are all so important to my happiness.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart – this one’s for you.

EBee xox

Wryn and Emmy – BFF, by Tiddly Inks

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Skin: E000, E00, E11, R20

Hair: E50, E53, E43, E57 / E23, E25, E27, E29

Clothes : RV63, RV66, RV69, W5, W7, W9 / BG01, BG05, BG07, BG09, YG21, YG23, YG25

These markers really ARE therapeutic

Hello and Happy Monday! Who am I kidding? Monday sucks. I know, I know, not very happy, but well, sometimes you just have to own the suckiness before you can move on, so here goes – I’m tired, cranky, I need another coffee, I want to go back to bed, Is winter over yet? I would rather be on the beach, etc, etc… Ok, now let’s move on – have I mentioned, Monday sucks?

Can you tell I haven’t coloured in a while? I can. Proof positive that my markers really are therapeutic. Over the past week my evenings have consisted of crashing on my couch with a bowl of (fill in your favourite snack food), and watching hours of mindless television instead of colouring. For some reason (exhaustion from being a single parent all week), I just couldn’t bring myself to get out the markers. But you know what? I probably would have felt more energized and happier had I just kicked myself in the ole butt and done it. And how did I end up feeling? More exhausted and even a little depressed. TV does that to me. Well, lesson learned and not to be repeated.

So in celebration of my newfound insight, here’s a gorgeous image by Tiddly Inks that I coloured late last year. It’s Wryn, Fairy Happy Day – she makes me happy, and inspires me to get back to doing what I love, which is a good thing.

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Skin: E000, E00, E11, R20

Hair: E43, E44, E47, E49

Dress: BG01, BG05, BG07, BG09

Toadstool: R22, R24, R27, R29, W1, W3, W5

Happy Monday folks! Thanks for stopping by.

EBee xox