If I’ve never explained this properly before, I’m currently working as an Articled Clerk. It’s a term that no one seems to understand (not even me). Sometimes we’re called Students-at-Law (which I personally feel is so much more bad-ass…). Articling is the one-year span following graduation from law school where graduates work with a “Principal” to complete our “articling checklists” before we take the bar course and write the bar examination and (hopefully, if all goes well), become a full-fledged lawyer. Essentially, it’s the “on the job training” component of our career, and it can be quite demanding by times. We have to complete particular tasks across certain areas of law (family law, criminal law, administrative law, etc.).
I posted earlier today on Instagram about how much I hate Sundays. They just feel like another Monday to me. Maybe even worse. For some reason we’re all perpetually cranky in this house on Sunday mornings. Today was no exception. I spent the first half of the day stewing, but managed to recover later in the day and ended up being super productive. We even spent some time at the library checking out books before we headed to the grocery store. [I asked my 4 year old what she’d rather do: go to the library or the park. Of course she picked the library. She’s a girl after my own heart].
Oh, Mom Guilt. My old friend. Or should I say “frenemy”.
This morning wasn’t one of my most shining moments as a parent. I woke up late, exhausted (which is the new thing I do since becoming a parent), and laid in bed for too long. I woke my four-year-old up and instructed her to get dressed. She wanted to wear her pajamas to school. We said no. She asked her Dad to eat breakfast at the table, which we both knew wasn’t possible given the fact it was so late.
Hi, friends! 🙂 I’m all about the meal planning lately, especially as we head into fall. There’s something about autumn that makes me want to get my life together — even though I’m not going back to school this year (it’s so strange to think about that!). Enter the meal planner: ta-dah!
I recently posted about the bullet journal meal planning template that changed how we plan our meals. I know many of you don’t use a bullet journal, so I wanted to create a free template for you to download as a “thank you” for checking out my blog. I would purchase some removable sticky tabs so you can use it over and over, or even frame it and use a whiteboard marker each week. 🙂
Click ‘continue reading’ to download it!
This stage of life is hard.
We rush from one activity to the next. We’re trying to advance in our careers while still maintaining some semblance of sanity. We’re never fully focused at work, always anticipating that call from daycare or school. The schooling we so carefully and expensively pursued has done nothing to prepare us for this. We’re living for the weekends, which turn into disorganized chaos because we’re all so used to routine. We try to strike a balance between planning and “living in the moment”, and end up with a terrible combination of both that makes Monday morning feel like a reprieve.
Anyone who knows me #IRL knows two things about me. Well, maybe three:
I’m terrible at cooking and meal planning in general;
I love bullet journalling; and,
I’m all about saving time, especially in the evenings.
I spent the early weeks of my daughter’s life on the same spot on the couch. To this day, the cushion serves as a stark reminder of those times: worn out and significantly flattened by its many hours of use. The cycle went: wake, cry, eat, cry, eat, cry, eat, cry, sleep. Repeat. And for the first time in my life, I felt a particular type of anger bubbling up within me more times than I could count: white hot flashes of rage that terrified me, forcing me to place her in her crib while I stepped outside to remind myself to breathe.
I felt like I was having a heart attack.
We’re all busy. And, if you’re anything like me, the busier life gets – the more Mom Guilt sneaks its way in. It’s a vicious cycle. My level of Mom Guilt rises exponentially, incidentally, during final exam season – which I find myself in the throes of, again.
I’m so sorry for my lack of updates. One word: midterms. (TMI: I’m actually writing this post via my iPhone in the bathtub – multitasking for the win!). I’ve been significantly less stressed out this year compared to first year, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I attribute it mostly to my spending as little time at the law school as possible to avoid the realization that other Type A law students such as myself are currently experiencing the mental breakdowns I’m inevitably slated for after I get my midterm marks back and realize my nonchalant attitude is getting me nowhere. (Well, it may be saving a few years of my life, but aren’t grades more important, anyway? I kid. Sort of. Unless you ask a law student, who will invariably answer “yes” to that question because we’re all crazy overachievers).
(Disclaimer: I used to wear pajamas all day. I relish those days. If you’re able to wear your pajamas all day, I salute you. You’re a great Mom).
Toddlers demand a lot of attention. I remember when I thought babies demanded a lot of attention. Boy, was I wrong about that. Toddlers are mobile, sassy balls of energy, and they need to be handled accordingly. Even baby proofing has taken on an entirely new meaning these days (it should be called toddler proofing, but I digress).