Welp, it’s week 9 of lockdown and I used my bikini trimmer to tame my 5-year-old’s mullet.
(Jesse is ENTIRELY TOO JUDGMENTAL of this decision.)
Here’s this week’s installment in my Weekly Update series!
#1: This week’s post
THREE posts went out this week!!!
#2: I need splash pants
We splashed in the rain, and the kids had fun, and I found myself wishing I had splash pants so I could join them.
#3: I’m Blue (da ba dee da ba die)
It has taken approximately 7,000 applications to achieve this greenish-blue hue, and it will wash out when I stop using the blue shampoo, but for now, I’m really enjoying the look:
#4: A Novel Companion
After coveting my friend Pascale’s A Novel Companion (book lover’s guide/tracker) for ages, I was finally in time to order one when they restocked a few weeks ago.
And it arrived on Friday!!!
#5: Big dreams
I want to write a memoir someday.
I want to show that social anxiety doesn’t have to hold you back — by learning to walk the walk myself.
I want to learn to speak even when my voice is shaking, so that I can inspire others to do the same.
I want to eat a taco.
#6: Big Discovery
#7: Old photo
I came across an old photo of myself as a young teen in Wakefield (QC), lying across the train tracks on “the green bridge.” I actually remember this day.
I also remember looking at this photo back then, and thinking I needed to lose weight. What I wouldn’t give to go back in time and release myself from all my body consciousness.
#8: Old journal
I also unearthed an old journal written during my previous relationship (we were engaged by the end of it).
It was not a healthy relationship, but we didn’t know that, at the time.
The journal notes are filled with my desperation to “deserve” my then-partner. I didn’t see any instances of me wondering if he “deserved” me.
It’s good to see how far I’ve come… but painful to look back.
#9: Mama had a baby and her head popped off
Do you ever do the thing where you decapitate a dandelion while chanting “Mama had a baby and her head popped off”?
I realize that this probably sounds barbaric if you didn’t grow up doing it.
Anyway I taught that to my kids this week and it was excellent.
#10: Anxious mommy is anxious
I documented my mommy anxiety over my kids climbing DANGEROUS ROCKY CLIFFS OF IMMINENT DOOM AND DESTRUCTION with their DAREDEVIL father.
And I also documented part 2 of this mommy anxiety when we returned without Daddy but while there were ALMOST CERTAINLY LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS present.
(Please pardon my newbie video editing skillz.)
The kids now automatically say “Excusez-moi” every time they toot, which is a lot, so teaching them French is obviously going well.