Category Archives: psychology

Be a Man with a “Crutch”

My hubby, Sexy Neck, tore his Achilles one week ago. He had surgery and is now recovering at home. He is a man with crutches. He cannot carry his coffee cup or his cereal bowl. He can’t put his foot on the ground. He can’t go pee without grabbing his crutches. He can’t shower nor do stairs easily.

Do you know what he has decided to do? Laugh. Yes, laugh! He is probably one of the wittiest people I know.

He laughs that he is officially “old” with his old man/weekend warrior injury.

He laughs because all he does all day is heal his connective tissue and grow facial hair (for Movember)!

He laughs because he moves from the couch to the bed and vice versa. When you ask what he did during the day, he will come up with some funny joke.

I laugh because he has decided to shave his head just because he wants something to do!

I think we should all be a person with a crutch who has time to hear their children’s many stories and give “fake” gold medals and flowers to their wives when they do the laundry or load the dishwasher.

I love you Sexy Neck in good times and in bad!

Be a Papa

My dad is the best!

He really tries to help and empathizes completely with me trying to do errands with three young boys. He will stop over and say, “Do you have anything you need to get done? Why don’t you pop out for awhile and I will hangout with the boys?” I don’t even hesitate I grab my wallet and I am off to do 18 things in the next 60 minutes!

Yesterday I came home from an afternoon of marathon errand running and I found the house completely silent with 3 boys napping and perhaps even one Papa napping!

He will always just say, “I was just resting my eyes!”.

Love you Papa and Nana.

P.S. This week he even changed a few dirty diapers and cleaned up some vomit. More on that tomorrow!

Be rocky!

We had an up and down and all around kind of weekend in one of our favourite places in the world.

We missed a ferry and were overwhelmed by tourists in our favourite spot. We had a delicious thanksgiving dinner with all the fixing cooked by my mom. Dad did almost all the dishes all weekend. Our labrador retriever had the time of her life in the lake and on the trails on the hillside.

We had our first road trip where mommy yelled very loud then had to take a timeout at the side of the road. I had my eldest son give me a “Joshua stone”. We had a long period of crying by our one year old. We also had 2 very peaceful sleepers… so I guess it all evens out.

When we go to the hot springs, we always head down to the rocky shore by the lake. The lake is man made with huge boulders of all shapes and sizes lining the shore.

This trip our big boys spent quite a bit of time trying to stack up the rocks. It was amazing to see their determination and focus and ability to get the rocks to balance. I hope they always have this focus and inner balance.

I tried for a few minutes to get my rocks to balance and I couldn’t even get the rocks stacked four high… well I did have a baby in my arms!!

Be a planner

Other than the daily grind of dishes, laundry, diaper changing, well you get what I mean, I like having things to look forward to.

When I knew that my husband was changing jobs to the town down the road, beside the lake and across “the bridge”, I knew that we were going to have to do some planning.

The first things I did was hire a cleaner, yup a cleaner! Now I don’t have to do the weekly scrub the toilet, the floors etc., but I am free to just tidy and clean up spills and I am “free” to enjoy it.

The second thing I did was to make sure that every weekend we had one day just as a family. The boys sometimes stay in their PJ’s. Sexy neck doesn’t have to get in his car.

The last thing we did was to plan special events together. Tomorrow we are going to one of my favourite places in the world – the hot springs. Relaxing, rejuvenating, quiet… just us! Enjoy our weekend everyone!

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Be Adventureous

My boys are the most creative and sometimes daring people I know. They can turn a piece of bread into a car at one years old (JC), a small push car into a flying projectile (CC) and a puppy dog into a pillow (OC).

Today the creativity went to new heights. The boys turned a goalie pads into a jet pack and wings. Here is the clincher, they had to do it while naked! Why men why? Please explain this to me.

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I tried to take a photo without the private parts! I hope I don’t offend anyone… at least they didn’t ask to use the old crib mattress for a sled on the stairs today!

Be Clear when you speak

I am meeting quite a few new women in my life through taking my son to kindergarten, my middle one going to preschool and my youngest one hanging around town with me at the coffee shop, library etc. I am always surprised at how many working mom’s now call daycare “preschool”. Let’s be clear ladies, preschool and daycare are not the same things. Let’s not judge each other’s choices, but let’s please be clear! Preschool is a part day program to help children get ready for school. Daycare is care during the day. Be confident in your decision to stay home or to go to work.

Here is All Saints Nursery School – the best preschool in town. But why is it called a nursery school? Image