An interesting idea emerged from a meeting we had today: “Therapy for the alarm clock.” Now, you are probably leaning back, sipping your coffee, and wondering why on earth a mechanical object would need a therapist. Well, think about it—everybody hates the alarm clock. Whether it is set to wake you up at dawn for…
It was finally Friday. My plans were solid, foolproof, and beautiful: do absolutely nothing, rest, catch up on missed sleep, and simply become a world-class couch potato. But in reality? The weekend had a completely different itinerary. The Friday afternoon slump hit me hard—tired, fluish, and lazy. I was desperate to crawl under the covers…
Welcome to another episode of Fruitloop World, where the “catastrophes” are plentiful, the logic is questionable, and I am currently surviving on caffeine and sheer willpower. This week was officially Nail Week. Usually, this is the holy grail of self-care—the one thing I look forward to—but this time? It felt more like a scheduled chore…
Some days, I sit and wonder: what exactly am I missing? Why does today feel calm and relaxed, while others are a frantic rush backed up with mountains of work, impossible schedules, laundry peaks, and a complete lack of dinner ideas? I’ve checked, and even Google doesn’t have the answer to that one. I think,…
This week was one of those weeks where the weekend was far too short, the white school socks refused to stay clean, and the house felt like it was spinning out of control. I can point to exactly one cause for this: life in the Fruitloop lane. Monday started as a slow morning, but the…
What happened in Fruitloop world this week? Well, this is where it gets interesting. We knew winter was coming, but we expected a few more warm days and sunshine to enjoy. The weather man, however, had a completely different plan. We moved from summer and warm winter days straight into floods and cold. Everything is…
This morning, I met with Mr. Mayor for our weekly “Spud meeting.” This is where ideas and plans come to life, where we create our “potato lists” (that’s our version of a to-do list), and where the real magic happens behind the scenes. We have quirky, fun names for everything we do because being a…
Do you ever look at your child’s homework and feel a sudden, overwhelming urge to hand in your resignation as a parent-teacher? Because today, I officially quit Grade 1. I remember my own time in Grade 1 quite fondly. I remember sitting on the carpet listening to stories. I remember the tactile joy of playdough…
This week has been different. It’s quiet—almost too quiet. It’s the kind of heavy, expectant silence that makes your ears actually hurt from the lack of noise. When the Mayor asked, “How is everything going in the South?” I had to stop and think. It’s going, but it is quiet. Nothing is happening. We are…
Life doesn’t nudge; it usually erupts. This week has been a sprawling rollercoaster of reflection—some of it chosen, some of it forced, and some of it so absurd I could do nothing but laugh. In my household, there is simply never a dull moment. You might be rolling your eyes right now, leaning back with…
