Last week, Wolf flew across country (and Canada’s a big damn country, folks) to look for a rental house for us.
As he drove off the children and I eyed each other, uneasily.
They are all Daddy Addicts. Nothing in their world is quite right when Daddy’s not home. They tolerate (barely) him going to work, merely because the older ones understand the math of “Dad doesn’t work, you don’t eat/get toys/anything good” and the younger ones simply do the Dance O’Joy when he walks through the door.
Anyone remember The Flintstones? When Fred comes home, and Dino knocks him on his back? That’s pretty much the routine, every day, when Wolf gets home, but with kids, not a Dino. Continue reading
I love my husband.
He came into the house yesterday, grinning that grin. I know that grin. It’s what transformed me from, ‘I’m NEVER getting married, or having more kids!” to being a wife, and having another four.
That grin gets me in a lot of trouble, and causes any hardened resolve to turn into paste. Makes me completely weak in the knees…and the head, apparently. Continue reading
A note from Imp:
Yes, I’ve been gone for a while. We’re all ok, everyone’s healthy, and nothing’s burned down. Although, given the forest fires in my province, and smoke so bad here it looked foggy, I did wonder for a while.
I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed with life. The move is ON, and the spectre of taking toddlers on a bus, then a plane, was enough to make me crawl into my closet and refuse to come out. I didn’t, at least not physically. Mentally, however…
And, I’ll be honest. Sometimes it’s hard, balancing writing with everything else. I needed to take a bit of a break, to figure out what I’m doing, and how best to do it.
Still haven’t figured out the ‘best way to do it’ part, but I’m back.
So. Today’s post…Witnessing Karma
Pee and mud, folks. Who knew they’d be karma’s tools?
Twelve years of marriage, missing?
I swear to God, my life resembles a bad sitcom at times.
And yesterday was totally one of those times.
Wolf and I, despite being married for over twelve years, never bothered to get a copy of our marriage certificate. Let me explain, for those who may have a different process where they live.
We got our marriage licence, his uncle performed the wedding. Continue reading
Not my kid. Honest.
Long story short, we’re scrambling, and planning to be out of here in roughly two months. To move a very long distance from where we currently are. (Relax, not about to invade another country, staying in Canada)
Basically, looking to get rid of anything that isn’t irreplacable, or too expensive not to take. Continue reading