Friday, April 20, 2007

Babies

I used to think that the fact that having my children spaced out meant that I would be less tired when I had a fourth and fifth baby. I thought having older children to help out would make things easier.

When Gabriel was born, only Jean-Alexandre was in school. Dominic was in pre-school, but that hardly counts. I had three children under 5. But I still had more energy and was less tired than I have been with Nicolas. Even with Marc being away for 5 months. Up until a few days ago, I have been telling myself that this is likely because I am getting older and therefore must have less energy. Or something. Of course there is the accumulated fatigue and the endless migraines that I have been having since mid-pregnancy and which in the past week or two have become less frequent, but I still wondered why I am so tired and lacking in will-power and energy this time around. Especially since Dominic at 8, and Jean-Alexandre at 13 are more than old enough to be helping out.

I asked the mother of one of the girls in Gabriel's pre-school class who has just had her fifth, if she had noticed a difference this time around. I was sure she'd be even more tired than me, as her children are much closer in age and she has 4 pre-schoolers. To my surprise she said no, she hadn't noticed any difference.

And then, pondering apon that mystery later in the day, it hit me. I am likely more tired this time around, because my children are older. When I had Gabriel, only Jean-Alexandre had homework and soccer. The others required supervision and extra care, but I didn't have to take them anywhere in the evening, and none of it was very long. I also put them to bed early. Even Jean-Alexandre was in bed by 8:30 or 9:00. Which means I was in bed by 9:30 or 10.

I now have 4 children in soccer, either on weeknights, or weekend mornings. We get home late. We often eat late. The kids go to bed late, which means I go to bed later, and I still have to get up at 6:30 in the morning to wake every one up. When I go to bed at night, I hit the pillow and 5 minutes later I am out cold. (Poor desperate husband) Even weekends are always busy, and I rarely get to sleep early. Only getting 6-7 hours of interupted sleep every night for the past 2 years has taken it's toll...

I started writing this at 9:30 pm. I could have gone to bed instead. All the children except for Jean-Alexandre are in bed. Even Nicky is sleeping. He has started to go to bed early recently. (Since he only naps once or twice a day). It is now ten minutes to 10. I have to get up early tommorrow for a soccer tournament. (Dominic's) So now would be the perfect opportunity to get a good night's sleep. But I sit here writing instead. Because this is the only personal time I have to myself.

I'm going to go now. And I am going to try to make an effort ot be more organised,s o I can get more sleep at night. And be less tired. And get more done. And not have to rely on coffee to get through the afternoon.

Is there a patron saint of tired people?

When Fashion is Scary

From La Presse Actuel Mode-Beauté

I guess to be honest, anything on the runway is scary, but look at this!!! Are we headed back to the eighties? Nooooooo, please, anywhere but there... High-rise pants (I hate the things) and tight tapered legs that make you look like you are wearing tights? Oh please no! In a few years I will no longer be able to find pants with waist-bands below the belly button? And pleated jeans? Ackkk!!!

And what the heck is that flapper-girl wearing? A bright orange dress that's cut up and open to her waist so you can see her underwear? As if that weren't bad enough, she's got on fishnet stockings and over top that, knee-high white socks, and then high-heeled fancy shoes? I can see me wearing that to work. And they call this beauty and fashion. Whatever.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Encore le hijab

Encore des plaintes sur les musulmanes et le port du hijab dans le forum de LaPresse. Vraiment, vous n'y comprenez rien. Vous n'y voyez qu'un symbol religieux dont elles s'entêtent à porter malgrès tous nos efforts à le leur enlever. Vous êtes écoeurez de voir des symbols religieux, peu importe la religion. Les arbres de Noël s'en vont des places publiques, on fête l'hiver à la place. Vraiment, vous êtes encore plus religieux dans votre intolérence envers les croyants, que les croyants eux-même.

Imaginons deux minutes que moi, une femme canadienne d'une trentaine d'années, je m'en vais vivre en Allemagne, où les femmes ont l'habitude de se promener la torse nue dans les parcs et sur la plage. Moi, qui suis Canadienne, et pas habituée à cela, je ne me promenerais peut-être pas la torse nue, même si en même temps, je tolère et accepte le fait que d'autres le fasse. Imaginons maintenant que je m'en vais à la plage vêtu d'un costume de bain qui me couvre la torse et je me fais dire que je dois mettre seulement des culottes sinon je n'aurai pas accès à la plage. Imaginons maintenant, que je refuse d'enlever mon costume de bain, que je préfère m'en aller, et que cela fasse les nouvelles dans tous les journaux d'Allemagne, où l'on m'accuse de ne pas adhérer aux réglements, de faire des demandes irraisonables à cause de ma "religion" et dans lesquels on me dit que si je suis venue vivre en Allemagne, je devrais faire comme toutes les allemandes.

Cela est peut-être peu probable en réalité, mais essayez donc de comprendre que pour certaines musulmanes, enlever le hijab, c'est pareil comme pour moi de me promener la torse nue. Essayez donc de comprendre qu'il ne s'agit pas d'une question de religion, mais d'une question de modesteté. Il y a des femmes qui se sentent à l'aise en bikini à la piscine et en petit gilet de rien qui resemble à des brassières en publique, mais moi, non. Certaines musulmanes ne se sentent pas à l'aise la tête découverte en publique. Ce n'est pas comme si je refusais, moi, d'enlever ma croix avant de jouer au soccer ou au taekwondo. La croix, elle, est tout simplement un symbol de ma foi, que j'en porte une ou non, cela ne change rien à ma façon de m'habiller. En plus il serait idiot d'en porter une en jouant au soccer, car elle pourait vraiment me causer des blessures. Le hijab? Il faudrait que quelqu'un soit vraiment acharné pour étouffer la personne qui la porte. L'étouffer par accident? Je n'y crois pas. Mais c'est fou comme nous sommes zélés dans nos efforts d'appliquer des règlements à la lettre partout dans l'espoir de voir enfin disparaître à jamais ces hijabs, signe d'une autre religion qu'il faut mettre à sa place.

Vraiment, moi, j'en ai ras-le-bol des québecois intolerants envers la religion. Je croyais autrefois que le Québec était une société tolérante et solidaire, plus encore que les anglais, mais après 6 ans passés en Colombie-Britannique, je constate que le contraire est vrai.

Si vous avez envie de faire des commentaires dans le forum de LaPresse (du genre lettres à l'éditeur) aussi, voilà le courriel: forum@lapresse.ca

I'm St Melito of Sardis!!









You’re St. Melito of Sardis!


You have a great love of history and liturgy. You’re attached to the traditions of the ancients, yet you recognize that the old world — great as it was — is passing away. You are loyal to the customs of your family, though you do not hesitate to call family members to account for their sins.


Find out which Church Father you are at The Way of the Fathers!




Monday, April 16, 2007

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

J'ai compté un but! J'ai compté un but!!!

Après notre match regulier, il n'y avait pas personne qui jouait, alors on nous a proposé de rester et de jouer un peu pour le fun. Alors j'ai dit que je voulais essayer de jouer en attaque, et....

... j'ai compté un but!!!

J'ai déjoué quelqu'un et alors il n'y avait plus personne entre moi et le gardien de but. Puisque je joue toujours en défense et je suis une fille en plus, personne ne s'est forcé spécialement pour moi. J'ai donné un coup de pied, mais le ballon est allé trop loin, le gardien s'en venait le chercher, j'ai couru vite l'attraper avant lui, alors c'est là qu'il a hésité, et a reculé me donnant la chance de pousser le ballon en arrière de lui. Le ballon a rebondi un peu et en même temps, moi je suis tombée presque la face à terre, mais le ballon a dépassé le gardien, et s'en allait lentement vers le but. Personne n'y était pour l'arrêter. Il s'en allait tout bonnement et le gardien ne pouvait rien faire, et moi je glissais sur les mains et les genoux. Et oui, c'est comme ça qu'on compte des buts quand on est femme et qu'on joue contre des hommes. Il faut compter des buts bizarres, car sinon, ça ne fonctionne pas. Ha ha.

Mais ils se méfiaient plus de moi après. Ha ha.

J'ai compté un but, j'ai compté un but, j'ai compté un but....

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Dante's Inferno Test

Found this at Two Sleepy Mommies:

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Extreme
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)High
Level 2 (Lustful)Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Monday, April 02, 2007

Tale of a Pinata

Day One

We start with balloons, for the shape of the head and the body

The paste: 1/4 cup of flour to 2 cups of water, brought to a boil and cooled down

Strips of newspaper

Day Two
Putting on the second layer

Day Six
The pinata goodies (the girls' goodie bags)

The official pinata assistant, stuffing the pinata halves

Stuffed halves

The head is on

Day Eight
We have the beginning of a nose and chin

The arms are added

End of Day eight, part of the hair is now on

Day Eleven
Most of the hair is on, looks like a Klignon!

Day Sixteen
All of the hair is on and we have added legs

Day Eighteen
The wings were added, a final layer of paper mache and a coat of gesso (primer) later and we have started to paint the pinata

Here we have the finished pinata fairy

Day Nineteen - The Birthday Party
Nicolas takes a jab at the pinata (with a little help from you know who)

It's the official assistant's turn! (AKA Gabriel)

The Birthday girl's turn (AKA Maryssa)

Dominic really gives the pinata a good beating, (note how the legs have come off now?)

Jean-Alexandre's turn to give a few good whacks

I was very tired at the end of all this. I have threatened to not do any more parties because my children expect me to do this all alone, and don't want to contribute to the cleaning and preparation. It takes them more time to complain about the chores than it takes for them to do them. And if they would stop either fighting each other (the two oldest) or playing with the toys (the two youngest) and would take even less time.

Marc had to work on Saturday, so he wasn't there to help either.

And I had to constantly stop to get the baby out of whatever new mess he was getting himself into... except when he was taking a nap.

It may take me a week of doing absolutely nothing to recover... (Do I exagerate? Hardly)