Ok, I need to shout this mom victory from the roof-tops. Like with a speaker of some sorts, make it a public announcement, possibly even air it in place of the Bachelor.

My boys, oh my boys … they can be the dearest little creatures set this side of Heaven *they can, don’t laugh*. But, so often, they are … well, BOYS! They are loud, they fight with one another, they do things that would send a normal person to the hospital and put me in cardiac arrest until they shake it off. They get in the way, the make messes, they burp and fart instead of saying I love you, and they push my every last button.

Today, today … my goodness, it was a day of victories, big and small. I was on fire with our new cleaning routine, I hand washed pots ad pans that had been piling up, removed the sheets from the bed and laundered those, I took out the recycling AND the trash, I made banana bread with man cub 3 without losing my cool. I was mom of the fricken year!

And then I was getting lunch ready…

It was quiet, I thought nothing of that … though, I mean, I am not some new naive mom << the quiet should have clued me in. But I was blissfully celebrating my many mom wins the morning had already afforded me when I finally snapped into reality and pondered for a fraction of a second why it might be so quiet. And, as long as it took me to think, “oh cr@p,” I looked outside on the deck and saw man cubs 2 & 3 entertaining themselves with a random jar of blue paint that had been “discovered” in the park the day before.

I’m talking on the table, the deck, the handrail, the spindles, the window, the dog, and between every.single.digit of their hands and feet.


Bright BLUE.


Now, normally I would yell, I would throw open that sliding door so fast that it threatened to shoot right off the tracks, and I would yell at the top of my lungs. I would be so full of mom-rage that and I wouldn’t think twice. I would scream about how much of a mess they made, about how inappropriate it was that they opened the paint *that I left on the deck as opposed to throwing away*, that they spread it everywhere, that they don’t KNOW how to behave like GOOD boys, and how mad I was that now I would have to clean it all up. I would *typically* storm back into the house, run the water, throw the towel or cloth or WHATEVER cleaning tool I could find, into a bucket and I would push past their tiny and terrified faces, muttering angrily under my breath how much this sucked, how dare they do this, why me …

And I would just fume.

I would be so caught in my own rage that I didn’t consider anything else. Not their tiny spirits, not the example of womanhood this was burning into their brains, not the expectation for how they should be treated by a wife in the future. I would be so angry that nothing else mattered.

I’ll be honest, I would probably also yank their tiny bodies up to the bathroom and hose them down as they screamed apologies, as the begged me to stop, as tears filled their eyes and my own because, by this point, I would start to realize what an overreaction it had been, I wouldn’t even apologize because the combination of my mom-guilt and my pride would cause me to just self-implode.

But today, today was different.

Today I reminded myself *early this morning* that I am patient, that I rejoice in motherhood, that I am capable of loving even when things are chaotic.

Today, I looked out the window at their painted fingers and toes, opened the door and let them know that lunch was ready. I gave them each some wipes to clean off and I asked them if they had fun.

Today I remembered that I am blessed to get the opportunity to be with them day in and day out, that they are only small once, and that *I* was the one who left the paint on the deck just begging to be opened.

It’s washable, it’s non-toxic, it is JUST a little paint.

As I took a moment to rejoice in my reaction and to watch them wash each others feet I was reminded of the verse in James 3:6

And the tongue is a flame of fire. It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body. It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself.

We all have the ability to change how we respond to the world around us, how we REACT to our children, and how we keep God at the focus of our routines. Today, I mom-winned HARD. I overcame some very dark tendencies and was able to find JOY in our journey … despite how {colourful} my deck now is.


Spring Ready Body

Spring has sprung and it is time to put away the winter coats and boots (almost, I meant it is still a risk that you might get caught in 6 inches of snow).

It’s that crazy transition time when the weather is slightly above freezing and every Canadian is out in shorts, a t-shirt and their cracking Birkenstocks from three years past. Everyone and their brother is soaking in the “heat” as our bodies accustom to the changes in season.

As more skin shows, more self doubt sets in (am I right mommies). Here is my simple tip for ROCKING your mom bod this spring!

The Lived In Home

The lived in home is about more than pinperfection. It’s about more than the magazine spread and the coordinated cushions. The lived in home is disappearing.

If I told you that people used to enjoy living in their homes, decorating their homes and just appreciating the simple fact that they HAD a home. That people didn’t agonize over whether their home looked like it was ready for it’s IG photo shoot, never worried if there was enough light or colour to warrant a possible viral post.

There was a time when women were blissfully unaware that they were not meeting the Joanne Gains standard of housekeeping that every other mother seemed to be mastering.

Home was truly where the heart was, not where the idols and keeping up with the Jones’ went on.

What happened to the lived in home?

Just 5 More Minutes

Jumping out of bed with joy and pep seems impossible as a mom who is knee deep in the trenches of sleep feedings and nightmares.

Starting your day with intention and a plan, heck, setting an alarm, seems like a practice in futility when your children will – GUARANTEED – wake up before anything and throw your good intentions out the window faster than that last precious moment of peaceful slumber.

Why though?

What’s stopping us from starting right as mothers?

Stop Judging the Girl in the Mirror

Stop judging the woman in the mirror, or in my case the window. The woman who stretched those spandex over a body that feels foreign to even herself, who showed up despite feeling like packing it in. Stop judging the journey when it’s just the beginning.

10 Memes Moms Get

It's the first of April and I firmly believe that we all need something that is #relatable to kick off our morning.  Even if our morning started about 4 hours ago and with children screaming and the stark realization that there its no cream the house aside from what...

There Ain’t No Flies on Us

Did you ever go to camp and sing that diddie There Ain’t No Flies on Us. You know the one, you repeat that very line over, and over, and OVER again in an escalating volume until the point where the kids are screaming in almost inaudible tones and then you bring it...

Chore Charts – Your Husband NEEDS one

Chores are exactly that, a CHORE.

It doesn’t help when your husband is forever asking, “what needs to be done?”

Because SCREAMING, “Can’t you SEE what needs to be done?” isn’t recommended, here is a tip that is simple, effective, and – well – a NO BRAINER … if we are willing to rethink it.

Chore Charts!

Coconut Oil – “I Put that $#!+ on Everything”

I always knew you could use coconut oil in cooking as a healthy alternative, I even found a number of modern applications for it in our home health care routine but when my midwife suggested it could help spice up our sex life I … cringed.

First of all, I had dropped a clue I hadn’t expected … our sex life felt like it was on life support with a DNR more than it did a couple in love. Second, admitting that we might need a boost felt like admitting my lady bits didn’t operate as well as they used to.

Admitting I am getting older and that there are fault lines appearing in our marriage.

Mother Idols

Suppressing our feelings is like shaking a bottle of pop. For as long as those feelings remain behind tightly closed lips, the bottle shakes and quivers, building up the pressure and awaiting release.

Start opening that bottle cap the tiniest little bit and you bet that baby is going to blow!

Girl – It’s OK

Being a mom in todays world is HARD! Everywhere you look people are screaming that you need to do more, be more, expect more. What about being content?

How do you find peace when the world tells you to KEEP RUNNING? Keep going. MORE, MORE, MORE!!!