What’s up Kitty Kat

Oh my, my what a week this has been! I started the week joyful and happy, I walked the small humans to school and my goodness did this city ever have a case of the Mondays. When we walk to school usually the children and I take a shortcut. We weave through a couple parking lots and we cross three side streets. I’ve come to notice that Toronto doesn’t really have crosswalks except at major intersections. Even in school zones, strange. So we bip across the streets holding hands but here’s the thing. AN OLD LADY TRIED TO RUN ME DOWN! 5 times! I recognize the car and the driver and I swear to goodness she drives down this side street every day, it’s located between 2 schools.  She turns on the street, she sees at least a hundred children and parents walking to school, crossing streets, smiling and laughing, she revs her engine, she breathes deep, closes her eyes and guns it! Parents cling to their children, a dog strays into the street, she aims at it, the owner heaves the dog to safety just at the last second. She sets her target further down, she sees a pretty mother, holding hands with 2 sweet ginger angels. They pause in fear, halfway across the street, they make eye contact, she speeds up, the mother clings to her children, at the last second the white witch mobile swerves into the opposing lane and narrowly misses the little family. Well, that’s almost exactly what happened. I’ve seen her race down the street at least a half-dozen times. Slow down you little bitty, next time I’m reporting it.

Following that incident I wasn’t in my happiest place, but still good. We were on our last little stretch in a quiet parking just meandering along. A van came up behind us and I guess we were too slow moving off to the side and as she passed the lady threw her hands up and said ‘What the Fu$k!!!!’ I’m not exactly sure why but this was my tipping point. I was so bleeping mad, oh my heavens you should have seen me. My jaw dropped open and I said ‘she did not’ to which Lily said “she did not what?’ So I told her the lady cursed at us, and Lily and I agreed this was bad.  As we rounded the corner I could see her caught in traffic in front of the school. And I snapped!. I quick walked, as fast as I can quick walk. She’s edging along, slowly down the street, because traffic sucks at 845 am! I walk the smalls to school, all the while staring at her car, I dropped their packs and I keet quick snappy walking, why?  Because my son was hit by a car and I am sick of people driving like jerks, especially in school zones! She was in a white minivan, tell me you don’t have kids too. Tell me you wouldn’t be mad if people were swearing at your kids. Well that lady is lucky because one I don’t really “quick walk” and two they stopped traffic for a big dump truck and she made it past just before me. I was just going to politely tell her I don’t care for it when she swears at children or drives like that next to the school. Hopefully the sight of my stomping along behind her and dropping the bags in a furry is enough for her to realize on her own. I feel like I do things that other people think of but social norms keep them from doing so.  Do you ever think I’ve gone a touch on the batty side?

This was all Monday before 9am. The rest of the week was a bit more normal, as in I didn’t chase anyone. I did, however, go to The Invictus Games, we were able to see seated rowing. Completely amazing!  If you are ever looking to see an inspiring group of people…I cheered so hard, my hands hurt from clapping. (which as a side note, it really hurts me to clap, my left arm is soooo sore this week.)

3 men walk out to the medal platform, a man in a bright blue shirt with 2 metal legs and and one metal prosthetic arm leads, followed by a black man in a red shirt man with 2 prosthetic legs followed by a man in a red and white shirt in a wheelchair. The crowd is cheering , the first man has his arms raised triumphantly over his head!

Completely Incredible!!

I look at these men and women and I am so inspired. I don’t know their stories but I know at least a part of the place where they are coming from and I am in complete awe of their strength. Maybe one day I could be strong and be here too.

By Wednesday I’ve had enough feelings and activity for a month BUT… I signed up for the Princes Operation Entrepreneur (POE) 1 day seminar and 2-day career conference. This week has really been a struggle for me, physically, mentally, emotionally. I’m tired but these events don’t come around every day. This information and the connections are so valuable that I need to push myself and make it to the weekend. Unfortunately, that means you all are left a bit hanging. I know you’ll forgive me though,  I have AMAZING things coming to the site this fall! You are going to be excited. I promise. And now while we’re speaking of excitement…

I just happened to be sitting behind this handsome fella this afternoon during a seminar.

Prince Harry speaking with veterans who have successfully completed the Prince's Operation Entrepreneur program and opened their own small business

Making them belly laugh, I loved that.

I did not chase him, buuut I am semi regretting that decision now. I did take photos and I felt a bit lame, especially when he looked right at me and caught me. My big regret is that the photo was blurry, lol!

So there you go my loves. I am working hard and trying to stay positive. I did find out that I won’t be seeing a surgeon until next year. I was pretty sad about that as it likely means he doesn’t think he can help me, and I had a good cry about that. HIs poor receptionist, I pretty much lost all my game face and broke down on the phone. She was so sweet but her hands are tied, she can only do what the dr tells her to. I wept so hard I couldn’t talk. She suggested I call my dr back. I left a hiccupy sniffling, probably incomprehensible cry so hard you shake message and now I’m doing it again, oh crud. I just, I’m so tired, my body is tired, it hurts, I just, I need a break from it. I talked to my mother and I cried even harder. She said all the things mothers are supposed to say. I love her. I know she wishes she could help me in the way I wish I could help my children. I’m not sure where this leaves me. I’m not sure why I’m going to conferences, I think I need to believe there is more. I accept my body won’t let me safely fly airplanes right now, is there something else I could do? I do know I like to make people happy. I love photography, hotels, fancy things, shoes, lol. K I”m getting my tears under control now. I want there to be more, there is, right?

This is a good week, just a hard one.

With love~ Kate

Little Bits of Kindness

I don’t know why but I’ve had a hard time writing posts this week. I know, I know, you’re all like, ‘Hey lady you’re late!’ The thing is, it’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s I have a thousand things to say and I don’t know where to draw the lines. There is SO much I want to tell you!!

We have almost sorted out our school situations which means I will not spend 2 hours a day sorting schools and classes and I will not spend 2 hours a day comforting smalls. Thus you and I will be spending a lot of time together!

We adore the English class, Jack is excelling and smiling while he does it. Middle child however had a rough go last week. I didn’t really notice, but now looking back I see it, after his accident he changed. He was always a reserved little guy until he was comfortable. He spent the first 4 months of nursery school without saying one single word. But he was happy. Here he was not. We are so fortunate to have a wonderful school here and we’re able to move him into a smaller, more reserved class. He is so happy, he even spoke to a child. And best of all he’s started laughing again. Benjamin has the most beautiful, contagious giggle you ever did hear. I remember thinking I would never hear it again. My mama happy factor was pretty high about this!

And then there was one… two of three little gingers are now smiling and happy, if only the little one would stop crying and having to be dragged away in the morning. Sigh… One morning, before we sorted this all out, I had a particularly tough drop off, the kind that leaves you crying at Starbucks. I know I’m not alone in this as I saw another mama, just this morning, with a super-tearful small human crying in the ‘kiddie cage.’ She had the dark sunglasses and little tears slipping, she’s me, just a couple days later. I wanted to tell her it was okay. I know she knows in her heart it will be but I bet a hug would have helped. If only there were little signs above us. ‘In need of hug’ or ‘Have extra hug to give.’ In the spirit of that I left this at our neighbourhood Starbucks.    

Close up of Kate's hand holding a Starbucks gift card and ten dollar bill

Do something just because

I asked them to give it to the next parent who came in with smalls. I feel weird sharing this, but the goal is maybe it will be catching! Maybe we could all be filled with kindness. Maybe we could take care of each other a little more. I have this feeling like if only… if only we could figure out how to put it out there, and then I found this!!!

I was so in love I should have dragged it home. 

Picture of kate standing with arm outreached above her, standing behind a pink and gold ten foot sign that says 'throw kindness like confetti'

And a friend said ‘drag it home!!!’ And you know what?! I should!!

So I hope you have a beautiful weekend. I’m sorry the small humans are sucking our time together, that’s the joy of moving. But I really think we’ve got this now! 🤞🏻Check out my Facebook and Instagram for up-to-the-minute video updates and sneak peaks of what we’re up to!! Next week is CRAZY! CRAZY BUSY! I should have some fabulous posts to share.

Have a beautiful weekend, throw some confetti!

Image of a ​high-rise condo, almost 360-degree​ skyline view of Toronto​. Cocker spaniel dog sleeps peacefully on a large white L shaped sofa with iMac and headphones next to him demonstrating​ versatile workspace​ in the home.

Tiny House Work Space

We have been tiny house living of just over a month. We live on the thirty-something floor. The view you know I adore. This could be a 10×10 room and I would still be, ‘But look at the view, it “feels” so spacious.’ As it happens we have a slight bit more space than that. If you missed the preamble over the last while, we have recently moved from a 3200 sq ft home to live in a tiny ‘2 plus’ bedroom condo in the city for husband’s work. Good choice/bad choice?

GOOOOOOD CHOICE! I am so completely in love with my tiny home in the city.

Image of sleeping dog on ikea sofa, 11 foot glass walls, marble coffee table which doubles as work space, kid space, games night, cup of tea, Kate spade planner, gold mac, beats, and many comfy throw pillows, complete view of the city of Toronto.

My ever faithful work companion

Life is so easy here. It is definitely a learning curve, as in it’s a different way of life. Husband is still a couple steps (yards, meters, fell down) behind me on the curve, but he’ll get there, we’ll get there together. Thus far, I myself have learned some amazing things.

Versatile spaces:

DIY white Carrera​ marble table top, Kate Spade day planner to keep track of our family. A hot cup of tea and a little guilty pleasure Outlander.

DIY white Carrera marble table top, Kate Spade day planner to keep track of our family. A hot cup of tea and a little guilty pleasure Outlander.

It is so very important in a small space to decide, ‘What do you need?’ Think about what your actual needs and goals are. If you work from home, clearly you need an office/workspace. But don’t feel limited by this, think outside the box. A workspace is anything you want it to be. Think about your lifestyle, your needs, your schedule and your family’s schedule.

My small humans are in school full days now which allows me to create a fluid workspace within our current space.

Image of a ​high-rise condo, almost 360-degree​ skyline view of Toronto​. Cocker spaniel dog sleeps peacefully on a large white L shaped sofa with iMac and headphones next to him demonstrating​ versatile workspace​ in the home.

This space is our everything. Work, play, snuggle. In small space living everything needs a function.

Things to consider are: Do you work from home? What time(s) do you/can you work? Can you be flexible? I tend to write in the evenings after the smalls are asleep or in the morning while the smalls are in school.  Do we need a larger home? No thanks, I’m so happy right now in this space. We’ve traded size for atmosphere and I think it’s perfection. The best work solution for me? A little laptop, a flexible schedule and I am fabulous!

Image of gold MacBook 2017 and gold beats headphones flatlay

Small space tip: headphones are key! I don’t know about you but I personally do not love the sound of little boy video games.

I’d love to hear your fabulous space saving solutions. Email me or leave a comment below for a chance to be featured on the blog!

Have a beautiful day!

with love Kate

 

 

  Taking Flight

Hello, hello my loves,

I am super excited about this post!!  You may have noticed a few subtle changes around our site. For example, my grammar, lol. As it turns out that despite my education and upbringing I have terrible grammar. (SECRET: I have no idea what a semicolon does. I’m not even sure that colon works, eek ) So for your reading pleasure, I have employed an editor. I pay her strictly with wine and love.  She’s awesome and you’re welcome.

Today, TODAY!!! I am really excited to show you…


Welcome to our new profile photo! I am so excited!  I think it’s time we bump this site up a notch or two. Watch for more changes coming to Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram! If you don’t follow me on those sites, well that’s silly, you should. That way we can chat more!

I hope you like the new profile pic. I am absolutely in love with this wall, it’s on Queen St West but that’s as much as I’ll tell you, you’ll have to find your own adventure (winks). We stumbled upon this sweet little nook purely by chance after an afternoon spent exploring. I think I fall more in love with Toronto every day. It’s a city of endless possibilities. This is my beginning, my fresh start. Our fresh start. Don’t forget you’re on this adventure too! So I may have obstacles in life, it’s not what I ‘planned’ and I may not fly airplanes anymore but don’t count me out.  This is not the end of my story!

 

Check out today’s Instagram for a preview of our tiny house ‘master bedroom’ edition!
Have a beautiful weekend!

With love~Kate

“Focus where you need to be, what it is you are trying to achieve and where do you want it to go. ~ Sarah R.S. Big Red Bow Digital Marketing

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The Story of Kate – Toronto MRI

Last week you all know I had a bit of a low point. Emotionally I am so much better. This week has been fun, despite all my children’s woes of back to school. I’ve been making friends, there is a great military community here. We had a little meet and greet with a bunch of lovely ladies. And last night as a group we visited a Jerusalem Restaurant and watched belly dancing. I wish I had a picture to show you!!

Okay, let’s talk medical jargon…This week I had a doctors appointment to discuss my MRI results. They really aren’t great. The good part of this is that it shows something. No more, “We fixed it, suck it up buttercup.” I can do my best to try and explain the results. Remember I am not an ‘actual’ doctor but, I do watch a lot of Greys Anatomy and also have a Masters in Dr. Google. I know. It’s impressive.  In laypersons terms, I have a bulging disc a level above and below my fusion (C5/6), both of which are pressing against my spinal cord. Spinal cords do not like to be touched. That’s a fact! I also have “osteophytes.” Osteophytes are bone spurs or growths, the result is there isn’t enough room, things are being compressed and this causes a lot of pain along with a variety of other fantastic super not-fun side effects.

Have you read the Spoonie story? This might be a good time. (Link below) You should read it before we go on.

The Spoon Theory

So here we are, again. Back to a crummy MRI and talking about treatment options. I have to admit I’m scared. When met with my new Doctor she kept saying, “You knew! You knew exactly what levels!” (of my spine).  Yes….I did. (Whispers: that’s because it hurts like fuck.) I have no gentle way to say it. I’m running out of spoons. It hurts. My arms and hands are increasingly hard to use and tire out. It’s not fair to decide if you have enough energy to wash your own hair. I try to stay positive, I’m lucky that I have a husband who will wash my hair (even when I’m cross with him – I think the nudie sneak-peak part of it makes up for the sour face). Things that make me sad are not being able to hold a child’s hand because I can’t handle to skin contact and pressure. Having to roll away and make a pillow barrier at night because my husband’s breath stirs the air too much and it causes pain. It’s going to be a long sleeve dress and soft leggings type of fall for me.

The plan is to get into a new Neurosurgeon. I contacted mine from my previous surgery and asked if he could help. He requested I send my scans so at least someone is looking at them. I hope to be seen soon, I don’t think I have much wait left in me.

Living on top of a grocery store (and liquor store; happy dance) has been such a blessing. It saves me so many spoons. I can skip the good mom show of baking cookies and buy fresh ones downstairs. Technically they are made in our home so that’s almost the same as ‘home-made,’ lol.

So that’s where we stand. This post feels unfinished. I don’t know what to add or take away. If anyone has questions feel free to post them in the comments. I’m okay to talk about this. We’re going to be okay. We have to be.

With love Kate

Hot Mess Mama

Today we continue the saga of the small human. IF you missed yesterdays post you may want to catch up before you continue. This is a two parter.

We left off as we decided to switch to an English school. Yes, we talked all the options and we decided on the school that this was really best for him. And that’s really what’s important. The English school is right next door, it’s going to be so easy to walk to, so let’s do this!!! (insert crazy cackle laugh again.)

Let us travel back in time a year (make that silly Waynes World sound in your head). Imagine next to the French school is a condo beginning construction. Parents were upset, large construction next door, pollution, etc. Many parents (203-ish) wondered (aka threatened) if they should switch to the English school nearby. That would cause the English school to overflow drastically. So, they made a rule that if you are coming from this one specific school there is now a “Formal Process” and despite moving here mere weeks ago and living next door to the school, having had nothing to do with this other school, except give it a try for a day and a half, you may now have to schlep your 2 kids to the French school and then race 3 blocks to the designated bus pick up spot so your child can be bused to a school in a different area. Even though right now I am sitting without pants on, staring at the school!  See how I twisted that? OMG, are you kidding me????
P.S. I feel I’m done with pants. **You may want to give me a heads up before you drop by.**

Let’s short form this experience, because I do understand it really isn’t anyone’s fault, it’s just how things happened. There were a few days of a really hot mess, confusion, school board, etc.  A week later (yesterday) I dropped off the smallest 2 and was then hand walked by the principal of the French school into the English school. She sat with us, the whole morning, she patiently ironed out every detail. Can you believe the kindness of virtual strangers? We are now registered in our local school. Phew.

We would hope this would be the end of our hot mess, but alas, no. This experience has taken its toll on Jack. It’s hard enough to move provinces, switch schools, get tossed around and feel like there is no place for you anywhere. You’d probably get it in your head that we should move home, cry so uncontrollably that I’m pretty sure you’re starting to have anxiety attacks. All the while I smile and comfort, get mad, bribe, explain, cuddle. There is no good way to do this.  This double-sucks because he has had to do the first day of a new school twice in the last week.  Double the Ativan for me. I can’t keep doing this, it’s tearing my heart out. Not to mention the tearful goodbyes of little pink and having this scene EVERY MORNING.

 

Will this be funny one day? Will I look back and think “oh, haha how trivial this was, la la la.” Right now I am stressed as F about it. Heres hoping he can tough out the whole day. He has two super nice kids showing him around, he just needs to let them in. I’ve seen his classroom and it felt so nice. His teacher is sweet, they have “flexible seating options.”  I love it. I hope he will soon too. How did your week go? Does anyone else keep ending up crying in a Starbucks?

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Woes of the school aged

I didn’t know when I had small humans that it would be this hard. I didn’t know that every feeling they had I would have too. Did y’all know that ahead of time? Am I the only one?

Okay, so here is the down-low on whats happening chez us (chez meaning “us” or “at the house of us”) ……annnnd thus begin our troubles! Last year the largest of the small humans wasn’t loving school in French. All our children have attended French Immersion school. We live in Canada, it’s bilingual, it was the closest school so obviously why wouldn’t we?! Over the summer we had a lot of discussions and really wanted to go to English school. I wanted him to stay with it a bit longer. I hoped a new school, a new teacher and maybe it would just “click”. I convinced (pushed, bribed, forced) him to give it a try for a week.  I knew going in that we were going to have some issues with back to school, it is a new city, new school, no friends yet, that’s hard!

Day one: We walked them to school, stumbled around a field of new families asking every teacher if they were ours. It was a typical first-day sea of hot mess! Let’s skip to the end which is me crying in a Starbucks.

Day two: I’m in the office. Now on first name basis with the Principal and entire office staff, seems about on par for us. It was very apparent for all that the gap between our previous school and this one was just too much. The littles are alright because they are in the lower grade levels but for Jack, it is just too much to ask. Off to English school we go!

This seems soooo easy, doesn’t it?! (insert crazy mom hysterical cackle laugh that breaks down into little tears)

First day of school, pottery barn kids backpack, kitty, kitty backpack

I think this backpack is bigger than her! She loves it ❤️

We’ll have to continue the story tomorrow. Today I’m super sore and instead of going to the gym, blogging and a little shopping I curled in bed at 1 o’clock. I rose to fetch the small humans and promptly got back in bed.  Unless there is some sort of mass disaster I will finish this story tomorrow, cross your fingers because that does tend to follow us!

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