Our words sounded needlessly adversarial. We don’t do gift giving very well at home. Or rather, we do it well without pressure, but it’s hard to buy something just because you have to buy something.
Browsing: About Me
Each country’s set of road rules has a few idiosyncrasies. In Canada, the rule I hate the most is the “right turn on red”.
Serious question: how do you have fun? How do you treat yourself?
If I was supposed to meet up with you sometime this year and if I cancelled because I was sick… well, I wasn’t just making an excuse.
We’ve all experienced a few “what the hell was I thinking” moments, times were you were convinced you could totally make it work, no matter how far stretched the idea was. Or maybe that’s just me.
Three words that are, in theory, easy to pronounce. English 101. But in real life, accepting help is a bit trickier. I know I’m not good at it. Surely, I can’t be the only one?
Every week, I pay respect to the household deity. And by that, I mean that…
Looking back, it’s probably a good thing the Jehovah’s Witnesses didn’t knock at the door during that period of my life—I would have ended up in a cult. That’s how desperate I was to find not myself per se, but the meaning of life.
The supermarket had closed an hour earlier, it was empty but you could still smell the usual Saturday rush complete with overexcited kids running around, products spilled in aisles and cheques being written for a week worth of groceries.
While the obnoxious yet-to-be-caffeinated lady is still figuring out what she really wants from life and from a Styrofoam cup, I eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.
Before Mark, I didn’t quite understand why people were using services and conveniences or paying someone to complete a task for them.
How do you guys do it? Seriously? Am I missing something here? I only have one kid and my job isn’t even that important—I mean, I’m not saving lives here, just moving commas and deleting quote marks.
When I’m tired, my brain goes on overdrive. Details that shouldn’t matter suddenly bother me—why is it so dusty under the couch?
French are epicurean, joyous pessimistic and self-conscious hedonist. North Americans, on the other hand, strive for perfection and constantly want to better themselves and those around them.
There are only so many hours in the day and they are always booked by two main tasks—work and Mark. In between, a myriad of small duties, a series of minor events and a plethora of incidents will incapacitate me here and there, as if I was in a videogame.
There was no party, no engagement period, no white dress—we did have rings but only because we bought them on the way to the ceremony.
What’s relevant to me—and this is how I keep track of the years going by—is the sum of all the experiences, feelings and emotions that make up life and make us humans.
Back in 2010, I swore I would take my G test as soon as possible. I’m usually pretty organized and I hate do things last minute. Except that, well, Mark came in between. Five years went by fast. And also I have a driving test phobia.
I had missed relationships ending and new ones beginning, I had missed pendaisons de crémaillère in first apartments, I had missed months of eating store-brand pasta because the cost of living in Paris is higher than in Nantes, I had missed first jobs, driving licence exams, first rows of exams at university.
I had a momentary moment of wisdom. I decided to let it go of control.
“Take a look!” the esthetician encouraged me. Ah, this is why there was a big mirror on the wall. I took a look under her watchful eye, careful to strike the right balance between “appreciative of the work” and “porn-star-in-training”.
By the time you read this, we will be about to leave, already in the plane or maybe even landing. It doesn’t get more vague than that, I know.
The holiday season is in full swing, and even though I am the self-described “mother who sucked at Christmas”, I’m trying to get in the mood. Sort of. So here are our holiday season wins and fails so far.