I AM - BECAUSE YOU ARE

On the last day of my latest work-widow adventure, my LO’s playdate was cancelled so I had some time to (desperately try and) kill. I’ve had a gift card for one of my favorite clothing stores burning a hole in my wallet since Christmas, so I decided to take a look and see what I could find. I usually go to their liquidation outlet, but this time I hit their regular shop since it was closer to the rest of our errands and I am so glad that I did! After a quick look through the racks I remembered that I have ben hemorrhaging money lately, with car repairs and a vacation in our midst, so I tried to think of what I actually needed. Underwear, I need new underwear; both practical and necessary! A salesgirl saw me heading over to the lingerie section and offered up some help as she could see the LO was being a bit of a handful. She explained that the style I had come to love had gone through some design changes and cautioned me that the feedback had not been 100% positive. Good to know. At

This is day 8/10 of another work-widow week... and what a week it has been! Last weekend the LO got a diaper rash from hell! Her poor little bum was as red as a tomato and so raw she was bloody. Diaper changes were understandably a battle and it took me about 4 days to clear it! Lots of baths, creams and extra care. I even had to give her some Imodium to stop the poop! And, yes, a toddler CAN have Imodium! I asked before giving it to her and was told she was allowed half of the smallest liquid dose. Well, she got about 1/4 of it, because she hated the taste, and it did the trick!Guess what I am packing for vacation in 2 weeks. just in case? Dance class was... better? But not fantastic. I will hold off further judgment until class 3 is over with. Jump ahead to Wednesday and I take a tumble down my stairs. More like my feet slipping out from under me and landing down on my back and elbows with a thud. Ouch! I sat at the bottom of the stairs while the LO showed her concern over and

So, the first day of dance class was… kind of a disaster! We received no emails or other forms of communication from the time we signed up until the first class, which is poor customer service in my opinion. A friendly reminder of when classes begin and a welcome message to the new dancers would have been nice; friendly. And, their website is under construction (and has been for months) so there was nothing to see there either. I couldn’t remember if classes began at 9am or if I had told myself to get there early for a 9:15am class. I looked on Google and saw that the school opened at 8am so I decided to arrive for 8:45am just to be on the safe side. At worst, if we were super early, we would just check out the place. I raced from the car in -24C weather, with a toddler in my arms and both of us wearing leggings (good call mom), to a locked door... fantastic! I saw a doorbell so I took my chances and the owner came to open it. I felt slightly barked at for ringing, so I reminded he

The cheque just cleared so it's official, I am a Dance Mom! The minute I found out we were having a girl I swore I would never register her for dance classes. I was involved in ballet for 10 years and, looking back, it wasn’t the greatest experience. It wasn’t horrible, but I wanted something else, something more team oriented perhaps. Flash forward to having a 2 year old and no classes that interested me are available at this age besides swimming and gymnastics… and a tiny-tots dance class. Ugh, fine! I am already familiar with the dance school themselves as they have been around forever. I find them a bit pretentious, but not only was it one of the limited activities available but this was the only school that would allow her to start so young. A good friend actually went to them when she was younger and did have a good experience so she signed up with us and we will be doing the class together, with our toddlers. Yes, you read that right, it’s more of a Mom-and-Tots clas