No Time For Tea Time

So, after a very busy day of running around and more cooking, I find myself in the waiting room of my massage therapist and while he gets the room ready for my torture session deep tissue massage, he offers me some tea. Now, it might just be me, but whenever I drink tea, I can’t help but compare it to drinking dirty dishwater. It doesn’t matter which flavour it is, I just can’t develop an appreciation for it. Give me coffee or give me plain water, but none of that in-between crap. I don’t know if my massage therapist can read minds, but I’m sure he took a little too much delight in working out the kinks of my body. It’s all good though because it turns out that he does Crossfit as well and we ended up talking about Crossfit for pretty much the entire hour… except when I was grunting or breathing through the pain. 😉 Win-win if you ask me! Just don’t offer me tea. Like, ever. Unless you’re absolutely certain I will like it and it will change my mind on the whole tea thing!


Crossfit Parenting 101

You know you’re doing it right (or very wrong, depending on whose side you’re on) as a parent when your 3-year-old:

  • Recognizes the logo of your Crossfit Box when you peruse social media and the Box’s website
  • She yells in the car as you drive past the Box: “That’s Mama’s gym/Crossfit”
  • When she plays pretend, she says: “Bye Mama, I gotta go to Crossfit”

These happen on a regular/daily basis in my house and I couldn’t be prouder of my little Rina. Maybe one day, she’ll even join me for a WOD! 🙂


That moment when the girls are finally quiet in their bed and I can exhale and release all the tension of having to care for them. My feet are up on the coffee table, I have my knitting, but I may not even click my needles. I have been to Crossfit two days in a row and I am absolutely spent. Soreness has been settling in deeper since about 11am and I need to roll. I’m just praying for a good night of sleep and recovery as Ben is away for a tournament.

Dinner will be late

The good thing about overcooking a spaghetti squash in the microwave is it’s really easy to open said spaghetti squash. The bad thing about overcooking spaghetti squash in the microwave is cleaning up the explosion of aforementioned spaghetti squash in said microwave.

Dinner will be late, I have a microwave to clean…

Kill me now

I lost my voice, have a nasty sore throat, headache and earache. Rina is coughing and producing mucus like it’s going out of style. Béatrice is teething and, so far, has escaped our germs. Ben just left for the weekend. Thank god Mamie arrives tomorrow. It doesn’t matter how old you are, sometimes, you just need your mom!