These days shopping for jeans as a mom in her late 30s is almost as torturous as bikini shopping as an insecure 18 year old. I used to own tonnes of jeans, I loved jeans. I wore denim as much as possible. As a 29 year old I owned exactly two pairs of stretchy pants and at two dozen pairs of jeans. Now that number is reverse: I have more yoga pants and tights than I have denim duds.
But now that I’m a mom, my financial and physical reality are different, and so must be my jeans. Read more
When I used to travel a LOT for work and play, I had a simple rule of thumb: thy shalt not leave a messy house to returnth home to. My house used to be sort of spotless before I trudged away to Fort St. John for work or cavorted away to Mexico City for culture and food.
This little pre-blast off routine helped me avoid trip-ending-comedown – returning to a tidy home was a tiny consolation of saying Hasta Luego to those colourful, mini-umbrella drinks or sweltering safari adventures. Sometimes, I wished I had a cleaning service that could help me out. A company like Alberta-based Mad Maids, who have easy-to-choose pricing that go by house size and type of cleaning (routine, deep or move out).
Now that I’m a mom the work and leisure trips are a bit more dispersed as is the clean-the-house-before-departing routine. Now we’re luck if we can remember to pack our toothbrushes and lock the door on the way out.
Motherhood and the eternal war that is attempting to keep your house clean is a much easier battle thanks to Mad Maids. I love my kid, but these days, the struggle to maintain a clean home is REAL people. He loves to share (throw) everything with gusto on the floor, ‘clean’ (smear) all glass surfaces with his grubby mitts and drink (spit) his watery juice out of his big boy glass like a wasted college freshmen. Read more