The Top Ten Highlights of My Monday (in no order of importance…) 1.) Getting up only 10 minutes late in spite of the fact that Husband forgot to set the alarm. 2.) Finishing half of my cold toast and carrying in the other half to school (to hopefully finish at recess) concealed inside an empty …
I am standing in the entryway hanging up a coat that is covered in dog hair. We started installing the wireless dog fencing system this afternoon, and poor little Lucky is now in her happy place. Her kennel. I must say, I have enjoyed her more since she started training than I ever did before. …
Dripping down my entryway wall, there is what appears to be a melted Revello ice cream bar and it is forming a pool of white and brown goo on the floor directly beneath this rivulet. I have just come in the door from a full day of meetings, and as I take off my shoes, …
Surveying the dirt and debris before me, I feel overwhelmed and disheartened. What was a garden in a previous year now lies piled high with clumps of sod, charred remains of tree branches, twigs and thick, prickly thistles. It is quite simply a mess. Where to begin? And will there be an end? I start …
Sunday evening, and I am finally ready for the weekend to begin. To begin again, that is. How is it that we are able to completely press speed dial when it comes to Friday through Sunday, but the rest of the week is like waiting on hold with elevator music playing in the background? Sunday …
Saturday morning, chore day. There is a to-do list as long as my arm, and I am trying to decide where to begin. The girls had a sleepover the night before, and the boys are attending a Men’s Breakfast. I relish a few precious minutes to sit, think and read before the rush. An hour …
Four little girls are snug as bugs in a rug under blankets and surrounded by pillows on my living room floor. They are eating me out of house and home, and what they don’t eat will go in the cupboard for Daddy’s late night snacks. They are watching Mr. Popper’s Penguins. Every once in a …
They urgently run in the door looking for cousins. No formal greetings made, there are games waiting to be played and stories to share. Some gather in the T.V. room and get sidetracked with a show while others rush outside to the swings. Two wait impatiently for a game of Risk, two go upstairs to …
It is a wet, cold rainy evening. April showers to bring May flowers, if we are so blessed. My husband sits in the entry way to our house with a wet dog at his feet that keeps passing gas and trying to escape the confines of her clearly defined boundaries. I come downstairs after stories …
I am sitting in a meeting, and the presenters have begun to speak. The topic, one chosen for its pertinence to all in attendance, should be enough to captivate the audience and compel the listening group to lend an ear attentively. We are being financially paid, by the way, to pay attention. One quick glance …
MacDonald’s restaurant might just be the last place on earth where anything goes. If it was up to me, I would never darken the doors of this particular fast-food joint, but with four children in tow, regular visits come with the territory. I, for one, generally do not leave saying “I’m lovin’ it.” We are …
When I first moved to P.E.I., I had never heard of a wake. Well, I had heard of a wake, it just was not the funeral kind. Wake was a verb that my father used on school days when I wasn’t getting out of bed in time to do the essential morning prep before school, …