Three weeks ago, I was having anxiety. I was feeling incredibly sick. I knew why. But, I didn’t want to say it out loud.  I didn’t want other people to know that the thought of having to hang out with my kids for  Spring Break was making me hate my life.
So there.
I said it. 
I feel like shit for even saying it.  
But, I don’t feel like shit today. And its not because my daughter goes back to school tomorrow. It’s because it was awesome.  I relaxed, I laughed, I enjoyed and I had fun with my children.  
Our Spring Break is 2 weeks long and we made the decision to stay home.  Disneyland was not an option, and honestly, it may never be.  Flying to Phoenix was out of the picture.  Even taking a weekend trip to Calgary was not going to pan out for us.
So, I put my “Let’s Rock This Thing” pants on and sat down with my 6 year old daughter and we made a list. We made a list of all the things she wanted to do for Spring Break.  We hung the list on the kitchen cupboard and then we kicked the shit out of that list. 
We went to story time.
We watched “Frozen” 12 times.
We went on play dates.
We went to Burger King for Lunch
We walked to Edith’s.
We went out for a cookie.
We went swimming.
We drove 25 kms to see their Yodelling mascot.
We went for a bike ride.
We went to Denny’s for breaksfast.
We got their hair cut.
But we did more than that. We made up a new dance to do in the van.  We visited with some old friends.  We played school.  We did crafts.  We went on hikes.  We baked lemon loaf.  We opened up a kids bank account.  We jumped on the trampoline.  We laughed. We enjoyed each other.
And it all came down to me. 
It all come down to me being open to having a good time and dumping the shitty “my life is so rough” attitude.  I know that I am not a good houswife or even a Pinterest Mom, but I am also not a Mom that wants to constantly publicly bitch on facebook or her blog about how it sucks being a Mom and she has to be drunk all the time to get through even one day with her kids.  Sometimes, I get stuck in that. I get stuck in this feeling that I am supposed to pick a persona.
I don’t have to pick a persona.  I just have to be me. 
I kicked the shit out of Spring Break. And you know what?  My daughter went back to school today and I miss her desperately. I’m counting down the days till summer.

Kyla Cornish is an on hiatus radio Dj adjusting to being a Momma of two children. Main problems? Lack of sex, sleep, sanity and an addiction to saucy chicken wings. According to one, probably drunk commentor on her blog, ” She is Canada’s Version of The Bloggess”. You can read her writing in a series of e-books titled “Life Well Blogged” and she has been recognized by many top blogger lists. She was even named Platinum Blog in her community of Cranbrook, British Columbia. Her big claim to fame is being kicked out of a blogging contest for cheating. She also won a baking competition when she was 11 at a 4-H Rally. So as you can see, she's kind of a big deal.


  1. Great post. A question, though: When can we stop watching Frozen? A month? Two months? A year? Because I’m


    about to


    jump off


    a bridge

    • Frick, your comment made me laugh. I’ve resorted to hiding our DVD’s of Frozen in the cupboard so I can control the amount of mental synchronization that happens around here.

    • I’m lucky. I got off lightly with movies. Jake would rewatch Cars whether or not we were sitting there with a book (and pixar doesn’t do the singing thing). The only other movie since then that he wanted to watch more than once within a month of the other was the Lego movie, and I convinced my hubby that I didn’t have to go because it was too hard to find three seats together in that packed movie theatre.

      Which is great, cause I had EVERYTHING IS AWESOME stuck in my head for six weeks as it was.

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