Four years ago, I packed my London life up into boxes that were shipped five thousand miles West to Calgary, Canada. Here, me and my husband J began the journey of adulthood: home ownership, dog ownership, and baby rearing.
Fast forward to now: a thirty year old woman - a writer with no creative outlet and a truck load of blog-worthy material. There's some laughing and some crying, some bitching and moaning, and some mindless, random stuff resulting from many months of sleep deprivation. It's all for the sake of your amusement and my sanity.
I have a strange capacity for finding hilarity in the most obscure moments. And with two young sons - Matthew and Oliver, barely 19 months apart in age, there's no shortage of