So how did you do?



One week ago, I challenged you, along with myself, to see if we could collectively stop the habit of using Reality TV Parenting as a way of spending time with our kids. Borne of my own guilt of using the latest episode of Survivor or anything on The Food Network as an opportunity to "bond" with my child, I thought I might see what it would be like to lose… Continue

I am not a big fan of reality television, but I am fascinated with “Survivor.” I just love the intrigue, the backstabbing, and the immunity idols. I am intrigued with the locales, and I am in awe of the staying power of the contestants. I could not be one of them. I am so far removed from the food chain, I wouldn’t last until lunchtime on the first day. Which brings me to the whole issue of things like food. And bathrooms. 

First of all, there is never any food there. I watch the…

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Image courtesy of The Food Network

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With life just begun, my sleeping new sonhas eyes that roll back in his head.They flutter and dart, he slows down his heartand pictures a world past his bed.It's hard to believe as I watch you breathe,your mind drifts and weaves.When you dream...* Barenaked Ladies - When You Dream

 

I came across this picture as I was sorting through my nightstand…

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When the fog dissipated, I slipped comfortably back into my shoes and I felt present. A sense of calmness soon waved through my soul and my thoughts became still. It was within this peaceful quiet of my mind that I became acutely aware of my surroundings. It’s like the world around me had been painted like a new beautiful portrait; waiting for me to rediscover it all.

For when you live in the fog of postpartum depression you don’t notice…

How bright colourful lights…

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I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was in the very early morning hours and I had just lulled my colicky Chunky to sleep after crying for a insurmountable period of time. I looked upon this tiny bundle with regret and I felt so guilty for feeling that way. I cried as I held him tightly, knowing that there was something wrong with me. I just didn't know what.

I can remember making my way to the computer room, with him still in my arms. I cried as I typed the words "Postpartum…

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I am thankful for



the crisp clean breeze that lightly kisses my cheek



and the gentle warmth of an Autumn sun's embrace

Read more of this post at All Work And No Play Makes Mommy Go Something…

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I walked into Dr.B's office for the first time in 6 weeks, that's not including the debacle that occurred last Thursday. 6. WHOLE. WEEKS. When you're dealing with a mental illness 6 weeks away from your health care provider is equal to an eternity.



I had lots to say.



He greeted me with his usual knee slapper quote to break the ice "So did I cure you yet?" and I reciprocated with my usual "You're so lame" eye roll. I found my way to the frumpy plaid couch, where so many of my… Continue

As one of my fave tweeps @theveganbitch might say…It’s Friday, F**kers! And you know what that means here in Crazy Town….time once again to hop aboard the Crazy Train blog hop & Twitter #FF & enjoy some laughs as we share our favourite giggles from another week in the life….that craptastic trash, The Hills, managed to entertain once again as…

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