help-blog

When I moved back to Toronto, after living in Calgary for three years, I moved into a condo with my daughter. But everyone told me I needed a house, not just because the condo only had two bedrooms (and I work at home) but for my daughter, who should grow up in a house, in a neighborhood with other children.

You may wonder how children’s MITTENS are making my life more difficult. If you’re a mother, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

How is it that someone who is supposed to help me fix my life is ADDING stress to it? I now finally have an assistant. Whoo-hoo! You’d think it has made my life easier, but, as I’ve said, it’s stressing me out!

I'm not usually one to kiss and tell, but I had to tell everyone what was going on. I couldn’t hide it. My face said it all.

Something REALLY does happen to me EVERY DAY that makes me scream, "HELP! FIX MY LIFE!" Most of the time, incidents – like roof leaks, or a mouse in the house – are out of my control and stress me out. Yesterday, what happened was also out of my control.