Meal Plan 07/01/2019 - 07/05/2019

We made it. School’s out for summer. Grady’s karate school is closed this week. Tomorrow is a stat holiday. This week will be the least busy of the whole year I reckon (she says while furiously knocking on wood).


Monday:  Barbecued bacon cheeseburgers served with watermelon.

Tuesday:  BLTs (maybe BLATs if I can find a good avocado at the market) served with broccoli slaw.

Wednesday: Beef Bulgogi Lettuce Wraps

Thursday:  Cauliflower and Chickpea Masala served over brown rice with steamed broccoli on the side.

Friday:  leftovers

What’s on your meal plan this week? 


Last night was a challenging night to put it mildly. Big feelings and not enough sleep combined to make the atmosphere electric. So today when someone made small talk with me by asking how my kids are doing, I barely mustered a deflated “well, Poppy is three years old and she’s very very three right now.”  

I don’t do small talk well. I know the appropriate response is “they’re doing great, thanks for asking!” but I as it turns out, I am not appropriate. If you ask me how I am, I’m not going to say, “I’m fine, how are you?” I’m going to say, “I’m super jazzed because I saw a beautiful heron on my drive in this morning,” or “I’m feeling kind of down because I’ve lost touch with friends I thought would be my forever people,” or “I’m pissed because my favourite radio station fired my favourite hosts and now I have to boycott the station that plays the best music,” or “I’m scared that I’m not doing enough. Every day. Am I wasting my time?” I am a feeler - and sharer - of the feelings. (I literally felt all those things this morning in the span of about 30 minutes. Feeling feelings is my super power but damn, it is exhausting.)

Yesterday I was driving Poppy to daycare when I heard her start to sob. I asked her what was wrong (we’d just been saying good morning to the buses and everything was fine) and she told me she was sad because of something that had happened a week ago. In the moment it wasn’t significant, her little buddy had accidentally bonked her with his toy and it startled her. But a week later, she needed to talk about it and have a little cry to process her feelings. I have never felt closer or more similar to my daughter (or more sympathetic to my husband for that matter) than in that moment. 

Enjoy These Moments

It is 10pm on a school night and both of my kids are currently awake and crying because they’re “not tired” and “it’s still light outside” and I would like to bottle this feeling up so whenever someone tells me to “enjoy these moments, they go by so quickly” instead of awkwardly acquiescing, I can use it to instantly summon my rage and shut that shit down.

I love my kids with every fibre of my being but I need them to stop making noises at me and go to sleep. Hashtag: too blessed to be stressed *cry face emoji* (help)



Meal Plan 06/24/2019 - 06/28/2019

So it turns out I’m really not great at posting daily. At first it made me love my blog again and then this weekend it kind of made me hate my blog. I felt this intense pressure to post but I also felt like I’d used up all my words. I’m a work in progress is what I’m saying. I’m enjoying posting more but I need to figure out how to make it work for me so I don’t feel like I’m letting down the blogging gods if I miss a day or two.

This week is bonkers and I’m going into it already feeling worn out. I’m going to try to focus on simple meals that don’t require a lot of prep. The barbecue is my new best friend.


Monday: Sushi

Tuesday: Barbecued chicken (literally just going to throw skinless, boneless chicken breast on the grill) with Cilantro Garlic Sauce and a side of responsibility vegetables.

Wednesday: Grilled Skirt Steak Fajitas served with fresh guacamole and leftover Cilantro Garlic Sauce.

Thursday: Grady’s last day of school so we’ll either go out for cheeseburgers or order pizza.

Friday: Giant spinach salads topped with leftover steak from Wednesday’s fajitas, goat cheese, and local berries.

What’s on your meal plan this week?