About

Hi there.  My name is Debra, and I am a stay-at-home mom.  Not to be confused with a stay-at-home mistress—those are the ones who get to eat bon-bons and watch soap operas all day long.  Not so much soap opera watching going on when you have a three-year old son, a seven-week old baby, three dogs, and one ADHD husband.  Oh yeah, and a fish, dubiously named Emily.  I say dubiously because as with most Betta fish they sell in stores, Emily is actually a boy.

If you are one of those non-believers who thinks that stay-at-home moms have it easy, I beg you to come over to my house for a day.  I predict that just taking care of our two Rhodesian Ridgebacks, one of which is still a puppy, and our seriously defective geriatric Rottweiler, will have you screaming for the hills within no time.  If I throw in the incessant question asking three-year old and the always hungry baby, I will probably be footing the bill for you at the looonie bin within an hour.  Two hours tops.

Seriously, though—I have a great family.  I really do.  And just because I have a Masters degree in Physical Therapy doesn’t mean that I am intellectually stunted at home.  I like answering questions about why Thomas the train doesn’t have a wee wee and do even dinosaurs go poo-poo.  Really.