No. Not that one. The other one. The really, really, really, horrible one.
Yeah. That one. You guessed it.
None of us can escape it these days it seems and so I thought maybe instead of apologizing for it or for not blogging consistently I would swing by and post something off the cuff with zero apologies for people who don’t understand and with the confidence that most of you are in the same boat and will absolutely be able to relate.
Also, because we are all very busy, I have decided that a numbered list is the most efficient way to share what it is I want to say. A list is so much easier to digest, right? (I mean BuzzFeed is practically 100% made up of listicles and BuzzFeed would never steer us wrong.)
So without further ado, I give you ~
25 Things I Have Been Busy Doing That Have Prevented Me From Blogging
(I may need to work on the name of the list. Meh. I’ll worry about that later.)
Being consumed by the news of the world.
Worrying about blogging.
Worrying about not blogging.
Eating too many carbs.
Worrying about eating too many carbs.
Missing lunch dates with dear friends.
Worrying about missing lunch dates with dear friends.
Missing coffee dates with some of my favourite people.
Trying to find time to organize coffee dates with some of my favourite people.
Worrying about never having coffee dates with some of my favourite people ever again.
Trying to build a business.
Worrying about building a business.
Wondering who the heck I think I am that I can build a business.
Worrying about why I don’t think I have what it takes to build a business. I do. Shut up brain!
Working online all the time. All. The. Time.
Worrying about working online so much.
Not eating well.
Forgetting to take my iron.
Worrying about why my iron is low.
See number 19. Derp.
Over promising and under delivering.
Worrying about letting *everybody* down *all* the time.
Flipping rapidly back and forth between ALL THE FOMO and considering hermitage as a valid lifestyle.
I have limited my list to 25 things because I know you’re busy, too. Who has time to read 26 things?!? Slackers! That’s who! (I’m considerate like that.) This list could easily have 100 things.
I have one husband and two children. A lot of my busy is for them and/or because of them. I know I’m not the only one delivering the occasional lunch to school, but waiting for nearly 30 minutes for a kid to come and fetch it might be a uniquely me experience. (This week. Grr. I was so annoyed. Totally learned a new thing, though. Apparently, High School lets out at 12:30 for lunch. Mmhm. It’s nearly the end of November, you’d think maybe someone might have mentioned that by now, but you’d be wrong.)
So, before I can think myself out of hitting publish I’m going to hit publish.
How has your Fall been? Are you also suffering from the B word?
How are you handling the news of the world?
Do you have a surefire remedy for wanting/not wanting simultaneously to do ALL the things?
Feel free to mull those questions over (and to post answers in the comment section!) while enjoying one of my favourite busy day mindworms.
I have been crazy-busy and I haven’t been managing it very well.
However, I am a smart person and one of my strengths is knowing my limits. That is a very good thing. In the spirit of self preservation I allowed myself to not post here. (I was still posting there, and everywhere else, mind you. What am I crazy?!? Of course I was still posting. You should just go ahead and follow me in all the places that way when stuff happens you will know where to find me. You never know when you might need a little dose of silly and I carry it with me wherever I go. Picture a little jar of glitter or cupcake sprinkles. Yeah. Like that! I am armed and ridiculous. So… find me. We have all the ways to connect. Connect, people!)
It’s Friday and I am happy and life is good. I have lots to be grateful for and I am really looking forward to the weekend!
This is my Birthday Week and since Monday was kind of a ridiculous day (notice a theme?) we are having a bit of a do-over before next week begins. The plan is to go out for burgers with the Things and then maybe catch a movie. (Ooh! That reminds me. I have to pick up movie admissions at Costco. That is quite the savings, isn’t it? I love Costco.) I know we’ll have fun! Who wouldn’t have fun with M&Ms in the giant bag of popcorn?
All this to say, all’s well. I’ll write more. I will.
I have plans.
So, without further ado, here are Five* Fun Facts For Friday February Fifth!
Once again, for the third (?!?!) time since starting Tempered With Kindness, I have a new blog host. (This, in part, is why I have been reluctant to publish here.)
I still do not have my 2016 Mom CPU! Oy. Not good. I cannot find one anywhere. Someone suggested ordering one online in January and that seemed silly because how long would it take to arrive, blah, blah, blah… it’s just a simple calendar… I’m sure I’ll be able to pick one up. How hard can it be to find a big magnetic Mother Word calendar for my fridge?! Well who’s the silly one now?! Derp. You all must have the exact calendar I want because there are exactly ZERO in my orbit. harumphs
I have once again resurrected my CD collection and this time I am on a mission to keep them in my space. They need a proper storage solution, mind you, and I am accepting suggestions on this front. Do you have a CD collection? How do you keep them? Are they out of sight, out of mind or welcome in your world?
I was featured in a BuzzFeedNews listicle (Great word, Joe!) and I almost died laughing about it. You can check it out here and in 14-16 months you are welcome to come shopping with me at Halifax’s new IKEA and we can BUY ALL THE FLEUFEGNUUGEN! Deal?
Thanks for reading and sharing and engaging. You are all my favourite!
Have you read any fun facts lately? Have any to share? Feel free to leave a fun fact in the comments. I will respond to every single one with another fun fact. We will all be so smart by the end of these shenanigans!
*Bonus fun fact: I love Frente! (The exclamation point is part of their name. What’s not to love?) Best Bizarre Love Triangle cover ever.
**Extra bonus fun fact: That first fact up there just will not format properly and I want to throw a tantrum. I am going to hit publish instead. Grr! shakes fist in technology’s general direction
So one night early in November I was sitting here trying to write when I heard the unmistakable sound of a housefly buzzing agains a window.
You know that irritating buzzing and flicking sound?
I loathe that sound.
Anyway, I was here attempting to get a post written and published and the sound, for some reason, was more irritating than usual.
It was the first week of November. The Halloween jack o’lanterns were still on the patio and I had gone outside to turn off a little reusable candle that had been inside Thing 2’s pumpkin.
I got it into my mind that I must have let the fly in then and that it had to be a super icky kind of fly. Maybe the kind of fly that enjoys hanging out with decomposing gourds. The kind of fly the might have been Jeff Goldblum in another life.
Oh my gourd!
It was grossing me out.
You know how sometimes you can habituate a noise or a pest?
Yeah? Well I don’t because that flipping fly was going to drive me mad.
It was him or me.
It was being bold. At the very least it could not be allowed to stay in my bedroom. I’d never sleep. Yuck!
My poor husband was none the wiser (Poirot was on), but that damn fly was buzzing around him as he slept. I couldn’t let that happen. So I jumped up and quickly turned off the lamp on his bedside table.
Now my desk lamp was the only source of light (aside from the glow of the TV and my monitor) and you know what obnoxious flying insects love? They just can’t seem to get enough of light sources. Especially light sources with boxy shades so they can bounce off as many surfaces as possible and thusly gross out their unsuspecting human hosts.
I tried to shoo it away and do you know what that fly did? It flew right at my head!
Inside my head, my brain screamed, ” Oh no you didn’t!”
There was but one choice.
I needed hairspray.
Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
I can’t be the only one!
In the end I bested the demonic creature.
Then I laughed out loud because I am fairly certain that I must have looked at least a little bit like this.
It was a very rainy and windy weekend, but for a little while today the rain stopped and I went out to run a few errands.
First stop was at the local farmer’s market which is undergoing major renovations, so it looks at once dilapidated and delightful. It’s confusing, really. I can no longer even imagine what it will look like in the end.
There was a point last year around this time when it stared to feel cozy and nice, but yesterday the makeshift roof was leaking and dripping rainwater on all the things.
I looked around for a minute at the nice, simple homemade, natural wreaths, with their red ribbons and berries, then at the winter holiday planter boxes filled with evergreen boughs, glittery twigs, ribbons and bright red ornaments (which I was coveting, if I’m being honest) and pickles (yes, that’s right) and it just felt odd, but I digress …
Where was I?
Outside, where I parked the car on the new makeshift (?) parking lot there was a table filled with plain evergreen wreaths. They were so festively fragrant I wanted to just stand there the whole time. I took a photo to try and capture it. Can’t you just about smell Christmas?
Then just before entering the building there was another table covered in these gorgeous, bright red, bunches of berries. I don’t know what these berries are, but I know I want all of them. They look so festive, don’t they? These were used in some of the wreaths and planter boxes inside the market.
I have always found the idea of a simple Christmas very appealing.
Every year we say we will keep it low key and simple and we typically do a good job of not going over the top, but when I see things like naked Christmas wreaths and – what I am going to call – winter berries, I am convinced that I would love nothing more than a house in the middle of the woods, filled with the people I love, a real Christmas tree decorated with our treasures and memories and a few homemade additions from nature, and an honest-to-goodness old fashioned Christmas.
That’s the problem with simple. It never really is, is it?
I have been using the same brand of toothpaste for my whole life. I love it. It makes my teeth feel clean and my breath fresh. It is just the right kind of mint and provides the perfect level of teeth cleaning frothiness while I brush.
I have stuck with the same brand and upgraded to different “new and improved” variations within the same brand when one would appeal to me (and as I got older and was the one paying for it). I went through all the developments; paste, gel, cool mint, baking soda, tartar control, and finally my favourite extra whitening. Oh the joy when that little innovation entered my life!
I like taking care of my teeth. I smile a LOT. I want to be an old woman with a great and happy, healthy, smile. So, I prided myself on getting the best for myself and for my family.
I am not big into make-up and all that goes along with it, but I fell for whitening toothpaste – brush, paste and flosser.
So, imagine my chagrin upon learning that my toothpaste is among the worst offenders from an environmental and health perspective. The very product I was so enamoured with is loaded with microbeads!
Do you know what microbeads are?
Microbeads are invasive little specs of plastic that are showing up in places they should not be. They are in so many cosmetics that it is easier to list the products they are NOT in than to name the ones they have invaded. It is pervasive. It is terrible.
Would you voluntarily give your kids plastic to swallow?
Would you choose to eat a healthy meal of baked, plastic microbead infused fish?
Of course not!
Do you think that rubbing your body with plastic makes it cleaner or worse do you think you need microbeads to have a good complexion?
I, for one, am horrified at the lengths we humans seem to be willing to go for the sake of some arbitrarily conjured beauty standard.
I feel betrayed.
I miss my favourite toothpaste.
We immediately threw out the offending brand and vowed never to use it again.
Then we had our teeth cleaned at our Dentist’s Office.
I bet you know where this is going …
You know those little tubes of toothpaste the Dental Hygienist hands you – along with a new toothbrush and a teeny travel sized floss – as she tells you you have no cavities, but you should floss more (even though you floss all the time. Seriously. Is there some kind of Dental Hygienist pact wherein it is written that they have to bring up the flossing at every, single appointment? I really want to know, but I digress .. where was I? Right! Dentist gifts!)? Yes the teeny tube of National Brand name toothpaste.. you know the one, right? Well it was the very same offending brand we had sworn off.
We had to ask.
Why is this brand being handed out? Are you concerned about the microbeads? How can we avoid them?
Now, you need to know that we happen to have a lovely Dentist and a fantastic Dental Hygienist. We asked our questions out of true curiosity and not at all with righteous indignation*. We intended to strike up a conversation about our concern not because our concerns are more important than anyone else’s, but because our concerns were (and are) very real and though in this case they are very much our concerns, they really ought to be your concerns too.
We had a good chat about it and the conclusion was they are in “everything” and you “can’t avoid them”. How scary is that?
I’ll tell you how scary. PFOA scary. That’s how scary.
You don’t know me well enough to know all my stories yet, but we here at Chez Peady are pretty savvy when it comes to the environment and we try our best to not make the planet – you know, the ONE place we have to call home – worse off by living our lives with nary a concern for our fellow humans, the water, the wind and the woods. Sometimes that means we need to take a stand.
And stand we did.
We went on the hunt for a toothpaste that had fluoride, but did not contain microbeads.
This was not as simple as walking into our corner drug store and simply selecting the competing National Brand. Oh, no, no. I won’t try to convince you, but suffice it to say that most of the alternatives also have microbeads.
We settled on a natural (and there’s a branded word that gets tossed around like a hot potato!) brand that doesn’t have microbeads. We purchased two – one for the kids, one for us – and went on our merry way.
And we brushed.
And it tasted weird.
And it didn’t froth.
And it wasn’t minty fresh.
And my teeth didn’t feel clean.
And all I wanted to do was grab my old whitening brand and use it so I could have the fresh from the Dentist feeling I had come to expect from my toothpaste.
It was terrible.
There was no going back though. My health and health of my children is too important.
We continued to use the natural brand of toothpaste and we survived. I have since found one that suits me better, though it will never be the same as what I was using, and we keep our eyes peeled for changes in the toothpaste aisle at the pharmacy.
There is good news on the horizon though. We have a new Prime Minister who is making a point of getting Canada’s good reputation as a world leader – in matters of the environment and otherwise – back to the standard we, as a country, would expect.
We have a Minister of the Environment & Climate Change. Her name is Minister Catherine McKenna and she is one of 30 smart, capable, forward thinking Cabinet Ministers (50% of whom are women – “Because it’s 2015.” – Oh that just never gets old!), who are charged with the task of getting Canada back on track. This is so logical and amazing to me that even a full day (almost 2, now) after all the oaths were taken I am still emotional about it all.
I am so hopeful that we will see the real change we have been hearing so much about and that we will begin to see an action plan take shape. One that is designed to keep our environment healthy and our children safe.
No, not from big scary monsters and men with pointy teeth, but from itty-bitty, minuscule, invasive, pervasive and utterly unnecessary pieces of plastic.
Wouldn’t that be amazing?
Yes. Yes it would.
You can read more information on microbeads here, or here, or here.
I really hope you do.
*A crucial life skill, by the way. There’s a whole post in those two words, actually. Another day!
It is late and I am talking myself into posting tonight by basically writing this and posting it.
A dose of blog, if you will. You know, like drinking really gross coffee from your hometown because there are no other options and you really need some caffeine so you go to the place that has the caffeine? Yeah, that.
I was rather proud of myself for posting a blog last night and I had every intention of posting earlier today, but guess what! The Universe interjected and said, “Oh! You want something, now, do you? Ha ha! Itty bitty insignificant being. That’s not how it works!”, then proceeded to lock me out of my blog all day long and while I was trying to see the upside – I had posted, after all – it also went one step further and ate any and all comments that nice people left on my post. (There may or may not have been lots of comments. Who’s to say? It’s a mystery, really.)
Regardless, I feel sad. That really stinks, doesn’t it?
When I was finally able to access my blog I was thrilled to see that a number of views did happen throughout the day, but not a single comment. The only reason I knew something was wrong with that particular aspect of my blog – at all – is that when I mentioned it to my IT Department he disagreed because, in fact, he had left a comment which clearly was not here. Wah!
If you left a comment. Thanks!
If you read my post. Thanks!
If you are reading this now. Thanks!
Hopefully this will be the last major bump in the road.
Speaking of bumps in the road. I didn’t plan on feeling any at all today and as such chose to be car-free for the entire day, but again the Universe chortled (oooh! Now there’s a 13 cent word!), and declared, “Car-free?!? Oh, ho ho! Silly human. That’s inconceivable!” and then went a step further and made sure Thing 1 had his phone with him (I swear he almost never takes that thing to school!) and would be permitted to panic text me from homeroom about forgotten items on this the real first day of school where students were expected to show up ready to start working, which – and call the teachers crazy if you must – involves little things like, you know, having school supplies with you at school.
So it’s about 3 PM and I have pretty much consumed a day’s worth of food.
I don’t really even know what happened or why, but there you have it.
Now I have to figure out how the heck to make a burrito for my dinner (It’s burrito night, don’t you know?) and somehow not go completely off the rails while doing it.
I won’t be derailed. I can’t be. Staying railed is crucial to my health and happiness. I need to follow through.
One bad choice cannot be the end of a good pattern. I can’t take it back, but I sure as heck can acknowledge it, stop my crazy train, and redirect it, right?
Going off the rails in a crazy train is not a part of my plan. It’s hard enough to keep this crazy train chugging along. Can you imagine the weight of lifting a whole train filled with crazy back onto the track!! It’s unbearable.
Not going to do it.
So now what?
Well for starters, I’ll be drinking a metric boatload of water.
Wash away the sins of the world. Yeah, I have magical water apparently.
I will also go for a walk tonight. I tried this morning, but it just wasn’t the right time and really 175 things were irritating me all at the same time, so after 15 minutes I stopped and went home. Sad, but true.
I will have a smoothie for breakfast tomorrow. A good start leads to a better day.
I will forgive myself right this minute for a bad day.
The kids will be home soon and I will not waste a second on beating myself up. Nope. Nope nope.