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Being a ginger is awesome.
It wasn’t always awesome though.
I remember in primary school hiding from some older girls who would follow me around the playground calling me ‘carrots and then when they got close enough, they would slap me on the arms and legs. I remember being in high school and during one class in particular, two boys with low IQs would sit behind me, spit in my hair and call me ‘redheaded rat rooter.’ …
Google Translate is fraudulent. Whilst cited as a “multilingual neural machine translation service” it fails to recognize the most widely used language globally:
When someone becomes a mom, they instantly begin speaking in a code understood only by other moms. To date, Google has not requested my services to assist them to decipher the mom language so, let’s help them out here and explore some common mom phrases together:
Run. Run far away. It is definitely not fine. There is nothing fine about the situation or this mom. Whatever you are doing or have done in the last…
My son has been losing a lot of teeth lately (12-year molars) and has unfortunately caught on to the fact that I am the tooth fairy. Talk about pressure. He’s had a tooth sitting in a glass of water on the kitchen bench, awaiting the tooth fairy’s arrival for about three weeks.
But the tooth fairy has not shown up.
Over the past couple of weeks, my son has used his newly refined sarcastic voice several times to say things like, “Oh, the tooth fairy is soooo terrible, why can’t the tooth fairy just do her job properly?”
I rolled out of bed on Sunday morning and staggered into the living room. The kids were immersed in their devices, one watching Netflix, the other playing Roblox. I said good morning before announcing that they needed to start getting ready for church.
Both children ignored me.
I thought noise-canceling headphones were a good idea, but they work against me every single day, not just with my kids, but my selectively deaf husband.
I repeated myself.
Miss 8 glanced up from her screen for a microsecond before burying her head back in the movie she was watching. …
Let’s set the scene.
I’m in a board room with eight colleagues, including the executive manager and CEO. We’re discussing the strategic direction of the business and how this will impact the prioritization, utilization, and dispersion of funds for the next financial year.
Everyone in the room is a little weary from days of planning and the junior has just come back from a coffee run. We all stop to take a breather and my phone ‘bings.’ A notification displays on the screen. It’s a text from my love.
How sweet, he knows how stressed and overworked I’ve been this…
Being a mom is going to be so much fun. It won’t be hard at all and my child will just slot into my current ‘free-as-a-bird’ lifestyle.
I’m going to have a predictable routine with my baby so that I have them sleeping through the night at two weeks of age. My child will be on a strict three-hour ‘feed-play-sleep’ cycle and will be happy to comply with this.
I don’t get why all these moms rave on about being sleep deprived, they just need to use tough love and let the kid cry-it-out. …
Like yin and yang, the complementary forces of the extrovert and introvert work in slick motion to maintain equilibrium within our social system.
The introvert, often seen as the introspective deep thinker, who tends to be quiet and reserved, is given the grace to ‘recharge’ alone after spending time with others. Given their unobtrusive nature, introverts are supported and allowed to be private and reflective and few question their silence.
Extroverts are not provided such leniency.
As an extrovert myself, I’m pretty in-your-face and I can understand why introverts need to hide from me. I’m loud, I’m bold, I’m extreme…
Every night without fail, miss eight requests I play hide-and-seek. I generally oblige but I have to confess; I hate it.
Her latest trick is to pretend to hide somewhere, only to be standing right behind me. I have to put on my best acting skills to make her think that I have no idea that she is indeed behind me, following me around as I ‘search’ the house. I make sure I turn around quite slowly, giving her time to negotiate her position, so I don’t see her out of the corner of my eye. …
You don’t know me and I don’t know you, but as I laid in bed listening to you pour your heart out to 15 million strangers about your son’s autism diagnosis, I couldn’t help but sob.
I cried so hard, I wondered if you could feel my tears and heartache from thousands of miles away.
I didn’t sob because I felt sorry for you nor because of some sense of loss, I wept because of all the things I, as an autism mom, needed you to know, both about autism and about your incredible son.
If I was…