The day in review


5:00 AM - Toss and turn and fail at shaking a vivdly detailed, fairly dark, disturbing dream.

7:00 AM - Wake up tired, grumpy, and, well, disturbed. I also woke up without a plan for the day - always a bad sign. Grumpiness being contagious, my darling children pick up on my unpleasantness and turn it into their own forms of unpleasant - contrariness for the eldest, clinginess for the youngest. I become further irritated and we, as a threesome, essentially spend the entire day feeding each other's irritability.

1:30 PM - The children do not nap. I do not nap.

3:30 PM - Having made it to this point in the day, I schlep my children to a friend's house where they will hopefully play pleasantly in my absence. I attend the practice for a theatre group at my church.

6:00 PM - I return home refreshed and revitalized to find my kids just barely hanging on to consciousness. My husband and I take them down to the kitchen in the hopes of feeding them enough to allow them to sleep peacefully all through the night. They are served cream of wheat. Afterward we whisk them upstairs and get them ready for bed.

7:30 PM - Children are in bed and very nearly asleep. My husband eats dinner, I goof around on the computer and eat my own dinner later while he is working. This is not typical behavior for us.

10 :30 PM - I'm about to head for bed, but I realize that we do not have a plan for the day tomorrow. I am going to need to interrupt my husband to make a plan so tomorrow isn't as shot as today was.

Lousy, lousy, lousy


I am having a lousy day. I have little to no patience. I am not interested in preparing food or drink for myself or my children. I just want to curl up in my bed and hide.

And of course, neither of my children are willing to nap.

Curse word.

Beginning...The Day in Review


6:25 AM - My young daughter crawled into bed with me and snuggled down cozily (not typical behavior). Gradually an odor broke through my senses, at which point I sighed, rolled toward my husband, and whispered, "She's poopy." To which my husband sighed and dragged himself out of bed and began his day changing the soiled diaper of an unwilling toddler. I was able to sleep for an additional hour.

10:00 AM - After a generally peaceful morning (during which, my daughter pooped a second time and was finally ready to eat breakfast), I tossed the kids into the double stroller, threw the rain cover over them and schlepped them to our good friend's house a few blocks away. There the children played and fought, I held my friend's newborn, and my friend ran around doing things that are difficult to do without two free hands. We then took the kids to the nearby park, played freeze tag (more or less) and Simon Says (again, more or less). We returned to their house for lunch and then headed for home.

3:30 PM - I was a good mom and made the alphabet out of play-dough at my son's request while my daughter drew/wrote.

4:30 PM - My housemate and her son needed to get out of the house, and I had a couple of errands to run, so we left all together. We returned nearly an hour later having visited the post office, the art store, a funky clothes shop where the kids got new toques, the bank, and a bakery.

6:30 PM - Dinner made by another housemate, which I couldn't eat because it was an "all-together" dish. Something about my pregnancy right now prevents me from being able to eat things that are cooked all together.

7:30 PM - Bedtime for my son who had no nap.

8:30 PM - Bedtime for my daughter.

9:00 PM - House meeting. Items on the agenda: cooking and chores.

A Brief Autobiography


I am a white female born in Portland, Oregon. In my early twenties I lived in Durham, North Carolina, where I met and married my husband. I have a degree in Elementary Education which I have yet to use professionally. We moved to Vancouver, British Columbia about four years ago, so he could attend grad school and have since decided to make this place our home.

I live in an intentional community house on Vancouver's east side in a very pedestrian neighbourhood. I live two doors from my church.

My husband and I have two children: our son is three and a half, our daughter is twenty months. We are expecting our third child at the end of March or beginning of April.

I had a nap today in the late afternoon and then drank hot chocolate late this evening and now I am unable to sleep.

The quiet descends... mostly


The children are in bed and at least two of the three of them are asleep.

The adults are either resting quietly in their rooms or are away at meetings of one variety or another.

Everyone, that is except one of my housemates who is cooking something and talking loudly.

It's good that we have excellent insulation.

How many housemates do I have?


Many. Ten. Myself and pets excluded.

Eleven people, one small dog, and one soon-to-arrive cat live in my house.

Dinners are a stimulating experience to say the least.