Canadian Mom Writer

Thoughts and Opinions on the writing life, working from home, and mothering.

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Location: St Marys, Ontario, Canada

I am a work at home mom of 3 living in the country just outside of St Marys, Ontario. I am a freelance writer and copywriter just finally getting going on my business after baby #3. I was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and have called Canada home for 16 years now.

Monday, February 27, 2006

I’ve seen the future, and it’s not pretty…

Yesterday my oldest daughter had her 8th birthday party with nine of her closest gal pals. Seven of these girls are in her class at school, and what FUN it was to have them all in one place at the same time! Ah, no, it wasn’t that bad, just a little scary when you think that a few years ago I was changing diapers and nursing this little being, and then all of a sudden she’s talking about loving this poor, poor boy in her class ( I say poor because as soon as Daddy finds out, he’ll be a goner). And thanks to the powers of technology in the form of a karaoke video camera, we have it all on videotape. I sat here in utter amazement as my daughter and her friends had no fear about saying who they had a crush on. A crush, for pete’s sake. When I was that age boys elicited two emotions in my friends and I – fear and disgust. I remember I was 12 when I had my first crush. Now I get to see it all again through my daughter’s eyes, albeit a little earlier. At this rate by the time she’s 12 she’ll already be engaged to be married… Scary, isn’t it? What’s even scarier is the fact that the objects of their affections have no clue what’s going on, or if they do understand what’s happening to the cute little girls around them, they run screaming in the opposite direction. Welcome to the complex world of human sexuality girls, it doesn’t get much better than this….

Monday, February 13, 2006

Four Things

I've noticed on my wanderings that a lot of bloggers are doing this. So I thought I'd follow suit, and seeing as I don't really have anything worthwhile to share today, why not. And it never hurts to know me a little better.

4 jobs you have had in your life
McDonald’s (My first real job)
Pizza Restaurant Manager
Front Desk Clerk at a hotel
Freelance Writer

4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over
Lord of the Rings trilogy
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (The new version)
Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail
X-Men/ Van Helsing (OK, I know it said 4 movies…but I can’t decide between Hugh Jackman all angry and misunderstood in a wifebeater or Hugh Jackman all angry and Long Haired as a vampire slayer. Sue me.)

4 Places You Have Lived
Finglas, Dublin, Ireland
Elliot Lake, Ontario
London, Ontario
St Marys, Ontario

4 TV Shows You Love To Watch
Nip/Tuck(mostly for the eye candy...)
Six Feet Under
CSI NY
ER

4 Places You Have Been On Vacation
New York, NY
Dublin, Ireland
France (various places-as a kid my parents took us camping in France, so they could spend more on wine)
Camp Waubashene, Ontario

4 Websites You Visit Daily
www.google.ca
www.momsalon.com
www.carolmcleod.net
www.anndouglas.blogspot.com

4 Of Your Favorite Foods
Chocolate
French Fries
Greek Salad
Brushetta

4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now
Anywhere warm and sunny
Other than that, I am where I want to be right now!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

My child is secretly plotting to overthrow me…


Trying to recreate genius here….it’s going to be hard after it’s been 3 days since I wrote the original post in blogger and then lost the fricking thing…bastards…

But, I can try again. Here goes.

Last week was one of those weeks where, as a parent, you feel like running away from it all, from the sleepless nights, the dirty laundry that is never finished, the constant 1 step forward, 2 steps back approach to housecleaning, not to mention your evil spawn that is secretly plotting your demise.

Here’s how it happened. The son gave us a particularly tough night on Tuesday, it was as though he was hyped up on caffeine, you know he wanted to sleep, but he just kept thrashing around and waking himself up, and then refusing to go back to sleep. Finally, somewhere around 5am, the little blighter finally gave up and surrendered to some much needed shut eye, both of us bleary eyed and lying on the couch so that Daddy could at least get his rest (I've got to get up in an hour..boo-hoo).

Fast forward to the next day, after only 4 hours of sleep I wasn’t in that good of a mood, so decided to take the day off from any chores that involved me getting off the couch. Pretty hard to do when you have a very active 16 month old who likes to wear you down by throwing cheerios and dirt from the only remaining houseplant on the floor – repeatedly. And nap time was pretty much thrown to the wind as he didn’t wake up till 10:30. His babblings started to sound like Stewie Griffin…”Yes, yes…your anguish sustains me”, or maybe it was just the sleep deprivation talking. I was heading into the living room when I suddenly found myself airborne thanks to the strategically placed copy of Maclean’s left on the floor by ‘someone’. Luckily, the soft part of the armchair broke my fall and my face bounced off the cushion, remarkable as the coffe table was mere inches away. My right hip didn’t fare so well, I felt severe pain when I went down and realized when I was eventually able to get up, that I had landed on a plastic glass and broken it to pieces.

Perhaps the scariest part of this whole experience was when I was lying on the floor trying to stop myself from screaming “I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!” I felt these little fingers softly patting my head. And I swear, what I heard was “There, there, Mommy, I see I didn’t factor in the distance you would fall against the angle in which your head would hit the coffee table…but next time, my sweet….next time….Buwahahaha”…

Paranoid? Perhaps…but you try dealing with a relentless toddler after no REM sleep for 2 days.

Friday, February 10, 2006

WTF?

My brilliant, witty post about parenting is lost, lost I say! Damn it all... I have learned now to blog in Word first and then copy it here, not vice versa, as sometimes the fricking SERVER goes and you lose EVERYTHING!!!! BLEARGH!!!!

Sigh....now I have to go and try to recreate genius...a hard task to do... Thanks a lot blogger...

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

On Emigrating.

17 years ago today, I stepped off the plane onto Canadian soil for the first time. 17 years ago I said goodbye to the familiar, to family and friends and my life up to that point. I remember it like it was yesterday, the whole day burned into my memory for ever, the excitement mixed with fear and dread. I was almost 16 then, already worldly in my eyes, but in hindsight just a child. I have now passed the halfway point, and have been in Canada longer than the country of my birth. I feel sad about this, as though the Irish part of me is slowly slipping away and there is nothing I can do to stop it. In 17 years the ties have slowly been unraveling, first losing contact with friends, then the inevitable passing of loved ones - one of my worst fears when I left so long ago, the handwritten letters come less and less, even more so now with the accessibility of email. It’s something every immigrant must go through, and has gone through. I’ve never felt like I’ve truly belonged in this country, although I really haven’t felt like I’ve truly belonged anywhere in my life. However, now that I have my own family and home, that feeling is diminishing. There is nothing like the feeling of disconnection to make you yearn for your current home. I went on two trips without my husband and kids last year, and I’ve never wanted to be home more than when I was away from them. We’re never happy, always looking over the fence to see if the grass is indeed greener over there, testing it out for a bit before we make the final leap, and then still we hold onto what we had before, never allowing ourselves to truly enjoy the experience. I will always have that yearning for home, for places that we can go back to only in memory, but it’s not about just me any more, is it? I have a family now, a home and memories to build for them, where they will hopefully look back on in fondness some day. I found this quote today on quoteworld.org, and it sums up my experience in a nutshell.

"When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood."
Sam Ewing


Here's to 17 years in Canada, and many more. This is where I call home these days, it's no palace, but it's home to me and my family, and that's what counts.

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