It’s been a crazy few weeks. I fell off the #Blogmas Bandwagon — HARD. It turns out, the more expectations I place on myself, the more anxious I feel (funny how that works, huh? :P). I promise I’ll be back to posting, soon.
For now I wanted to share the article that changed the way I view motherhood. It was written by someone I consider to be HUGELY inspiring every single day, Allie Casazza, who you should definitely check out if you are at all intrigued by the idea of simplifying your life or living more minimally. She’s a Mama of four and I think she’s on to something huge with her concept of ‘simple’ motherhood. She’s a source of constant inspiration to me.
It’s Day 1 of the 12 Days of Christmas Kindness — and Day 1 of Blogmas, which I’m super excited about as well. Today’s ‘mission’ wasn’t quite as exciting as I would have liked it to be, but we made due. I’ve had the craziest week at work, and stayed at the office a bit later than I probably should have before running off to pick up E from daycare. She and Ty were leaving shortly after work to go visit his parents for the night, so I knew I didn’t have much time. As most things go around here, Day 1 was rushed.
This year, we overspent on the lead up to the holiday – big time. It all started with a trip to IKEA which opened close to home recently (and, swoon… that place gives me all the heart eyes), and ended with me buying a new to me camera and Tyler finding a renewed love for woodworking (which has resulted in me getting some pretty sweet swag in the process, so I can’t complain). That, coupled with the fact that somehow my wish that the National Student Loans Service Centre forget I exist didn’t come true, means one thing: Christmas is going to be STARK this year (think: North of the Wall, for the Game of Thrones lovers).
I’ve written about this before, but let me reiterate: this season of life is hard. Seriously – it’s no joke, you guys. I’m pouring what little energy I have left into my job, which leaves no time for much else. My connections with friends are scant, although I know they’re there. We’re all running on our respective hamster wheels and just trying to get by. We make plans with the best of intentions and by the time Friday comes, we’re ready for bed by 9 p.m. – plans or not.
Is it just me, or am I feeling like the only person who isn’t properly prepared for Christmas this year? It seems that EVERYONE is on their A game this year, with a ton of baking, decorating and shopping already under their belts. Me? Hah. Girl, I’m just trying to get through the week.
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].
In my previous post, “How Living More Minimally is Changing My Life“, I wrote about how living more minimally is helping me reign in my crippling anxiety. It’s seriously been a game changer. Today, I wanted to share some of my most useful tips for living more minimally. I hope they help you as much as they have helped me.
This past summer, my 4-year-old turned to me while watching a parade with disgust all over her face. There was a man, on stilts, without a shirt. “Why is that man naked, Mommy?” She asked. I told her, without thinking “because boys don’t have to wear shirts”.
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.