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    <subtitle>urbanmoms.ca Founder, Jen Maier, philosophizes about modern day mothering, social media marketing, and the true value of community.</subtitle>
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    <title>Puck That</title>
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    <published>2010-02-04T13:52:56Z</published>
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    <summary>I guess I am a hockey mom. My son plays competitive hockey and now my 7 year-old daughter is hockey obsessed. All they ever want to do is play mini-sticks or shinny and every morning they get on the computer...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
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        <![CDATA[I guess I am a hockey mom. My son plays competitive hockey and now my 7 year-old daughter is hockey obsessed. All they ever want to do is play mini-sticks or shinny and every morning they get on the computer and give us the lowdown on the previous night's NHL games. But me? I don't really watch hockey, aside from my kids'. It is not that I don't like it but more that there are other things I would rather be doing with my time. So, for someone who is not a lover of the game I sure spent a good portion of my week around hockey.<br /><br />When Ford Canada invited me to a Leaf's game to meet some other writers and some Ford staff I felt guilty taking the opportunity away from my kids and my husband. Even my dad tried to convince me he should be the one to attend the game. I'm not sure a 70+ year-old man would be a great representative of <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/auto_reviews/"target="_blank">UrbanMoms Auto Reviews section</a>. But kudos to him for trying. So, I went and man am I glad I did! I haven't been to a Leaf's game in over 10 years and never like this. This, my friends, is how to watch hockey:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_2483.JPG"><img alt="100_2483.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/100_2483-thumb-350x262-10669.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="262" width="350" /></a></span>THAT is the view from my seat! Can you believe it? It was so exciting to watch the game practically on the rink. And, amazingly, the Leafs won 3-0 against the New Jersey Devils. My one instruction from my son before I left was "get a picture of Phaneuf". It was his first game so I promised I would try. Well, as my seat was right beside the penalty box I got this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_2508.JPG"><img alt="100_2508.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/100_2508-thumb-350x466-10671.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="466" width="350" /></a></span>Not quite close enough? OK. I'll lean in a bit and get this:<br /><br /> <div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_2505.JPG"><img alt="100_2505.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/100_2505-thumb-350x262-10673.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="262" width="350" /></a></span></div><div>Man was my son jealous. But it was really fun. Plus, the obnoxious, drunk guy in front of me who we nicknamed The King of The Universe swore at me and the very fun mom and food writer <a href="http://www.theresaalbert.com/"target="_blank">Theresa Albert</a>. It was awesome that he got his comeuppance when a puck hit him in the head. This head:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_2529.JPG"><img alt="100_2529.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/100_2529-thumb-350x262-10675.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="262" width="350" /></a></span>And then I almost caught it...before dropping it down the crack never to be seen again. <br /><br />But my hockey adventures don't end there! Nope. As every hockey mom who already spends far too much time at a rink should do I spent the next night at the Hockey Hall of Fame for the launch of <a href="http://www.dove.ca/en/#/products/mencare/mencare.aspx/"target="_blank">Dove's new men's line of products, Men+Care</a> with my hubby and the always fun Jennifer from <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/trend_watch/"target="_blank">Trend Watch</a> and her man. The best part of the night? Jen and I beat our hubbies at the shoot out competition. See Jennifer celebrate her perfect score:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_2553.JPG"><img alt="100_2553.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/100_2553-thumb-350x466-10677.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="466" width="350" /></a></span>But now it's back to regular scheduled programming...my kids'!<br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>The Truth About Being a Mom Entrepreneur</title>
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    <published>2010-02-01T17:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-01T18:59:05Z</updated>

    <summary>First of all I want to start this post by saying that I absolutely love what I do. I have run UrbanMoms for 5 years and it has been an amazing journey. I look back on it and can&apos;t believe...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/workingjen.JPG"><img alt="workingjen.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/02/workingjen-thumb-250x389-10608.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="389" width="250" /></a></span>First of all I want to start this post by saying that I absolutely love what I do. I have run UrbanMoms for 5 years and it has been an amazing journey. I look back on it and can't believe how much I have learned. However, this post was inspired by my need to share the truth about being a mom entrepreneur. This entry is really inspired but all of you wonderfully optimistic, grass-is-always-greener folks who look at my life with longing. More than daily I have people telling me how lucky I am to work for myself, how awesome it must be to have so much flexibility and how envious they are of me and my obviously silver-lined existence. By writing this post I am not complaining or feeling sorry for myself but I need to set the record straight. I feel the need to clarify some things about my reality before some of you I have been speaking to decide to make the jump yourselves. So, here goes:<br /><br />Five years ago I made a decision to take a giant leap of faith and start my own business. I had a good job in marketing at a good company with a good boss. But, I had a hell of a commute, I felt a distance from my kids and I had what I thought was a solid business idea that really excited me. What I know now is that I had no real clue what I was getting myself into and, if I had, I might have thought twice. Peering through rose coloured glasses it all seemed so simple and romantic. I would run a small business making enough to contribute financially to the family and I would work when it was convenient. I would keep busy enough to be satisfied, and spend the rest of every happy day with my kids involved in their lives in ways I hadn't been able to be working outside the home. Ahhh. I would get more relaxed just dreaming about it.<br /><br />But, the reality was much, much different. The first few months were some of the most stressful of my life. I had no idea how to run a business, get it set up, sell my ideas. I was small and people wanted big. No one had even heard of blogs and social networking. I had no idea how to keep my books, design a website, send out mass emails. Everything took 10 times as long as I expected and cost way more. I had no time for my kids and family because figuring all of this out took up all of my time but I had no money to pay for childcare. With my office at home I was both stay-at-home mom and working mom trying to balance two full-time jobs. I would work into the wee hours or once my husband got home. I did everything myself, all of the time. I worked while on vacation,
during the holidays, on the weekends, in the evenings. There were no
breaks. We were tight for cash and my kids couldn't understand why I was home but unavailable to them. I had no accounting department to call to ask questions or follow-up on late payments, no IT guy to figure out my computer problems, no one to file my papers, sort my mail or write my press releases. There was no one to set up my phone system and no team members to rely on to brainstorm my marketing plan or bounce ideas off of. <br /><br />Speaking of team members, on top of doing all of the logistical and practical business stuff on my own, I was completely and totally alone in every other way. I had no one to talk to. There was no one who understood my business, who came up with ideas, who shared my disappointment or celebrated my victories. Even more difficult for someone who needs human contact was the fact that I had no one popping by my office to chat or asking me to go out for lunch. I was alone and for a long while, I was lonely. <br /><br />Then, the business started to see some success. I would have thought this would help my stress level but things just got crazier. At what point can I afford to hire someone to help? What are my priorities for the business because I can't possibly do it all? Where do I invest in the business to ensure its continued success? How do I balance all of this and meet my initial objective of spending more time with my family?<br /><br />So, five years later and many of these questions have been answered but many new ones have been added. Now I have lots of support. I have some awesome writers and some great staff but, the truth is, the weight of it is still on my shoulders. I am the one up until 1am writing a pitch or fixing a problem and then up the rest of the night worrying about it. If we have an unexpected issue I have to deal with it. If we have unexpected costs I have to figure out how to cover these costs and still pay my staff. Sometimes that means I can't pay myself because the money is best spent on the business.<br /><br />Recently I hired a new staff member. She is a friend I have known for 10 years. We have spent tons of time together and she has been a good friend throughout the growth of my business. However, upon coming on board, she was absolutely floored during her first few weeks to see that behind the scenes things are a lot different than how they appear from the outside. We have major processes in place, we use tons of different technologies to support our business, everything has multiple steps and stages, there are different facets to the business and tons of people involved, there are endless emails and phone calls and inquiries and issues. Life behind the scenes at UrbanMoms is beyond busy and it is beyond busy all of the time. My friend was amazed at how much went on and, in her words, how <i>crazy</i> my schedule is. Despite the fact that we had been friends for all of these years she had no idea.<br /><br />That brings me back to why I wrote this post in the first place. I can see why so many businesses fail. It is not because the idea was bad or the person was bad at it but it is because being an entrepreneur (and a mom) is really freakin' hard work. Every business has tons of Crap to deal with and when you are working for someone else you can hand the Crap over to someone else in the Crap Department and you can go home at night knowing that your Crap is being dealt with so you just need to focus on doing your job. But when it is your own business every piece of Crap is yours and I can see how it can be overwhelming and for some it may not be worth it. Plus, balance is a joke. Ask any mom period but especially a mom who runs her own business. I work way more hours than I ever worked for someone else. I have to because there is no one else to do it but me. So, if I want my business to succeed, which I obviously do, I have to get it done whenever and however I can.<br /><br />Now, that is the dark side and, believe me, sometimes it can be very dark but, strangely, I wouldn't trade it for anything. The crazy hours, the Crap, the irregular pay cheque, the stress. You know why? Because <i>I</i> did it. <i>I</i> earned it. And although it isn't perfect, it is mine. <br /> ]]>
        
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    <title>Pressure or Life Lessons?</title>
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    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6888</id>

    <published>2010-01-25T15:17:43Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-25T16:10:38Z</updated>

    <summary> I love this photo. For one thing I think it is photographically really cool but also, it captures such a joyful moment. My son plays competitive hockey and on this particular occasion they had won the tournament they had...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DetroitJoshCup.jpg"><img alt="sport.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/DetroitJoshCup-thumb-250x166-10502.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="166" width="250" /></a></span> <div>I love this photo. For one thing I think it is photographically really cool but also, it captures such a joyful moment. My son plays competitive hockey and on this particular occasion they had won the tournament they had entered. The weekend had been jam packed with fun, camaraderie, adventure and a whole bunch of hockey. A dream for my 10 year-old guy.<br /><br />But now, as any hockey parent knows, we are getting into the <i>Season of the Unknown</i>. This time of year is when it starts and it won't be over until tryouts are done and your child has a spot on a team. It is now when the coaches start to hint as to whether your child has what it takes, is on the bubble, or may need to start looking elsewhere. It can be very stressful for parents and for kids as you ride the wave looking ahead but not always sure what the future holds.<br /><br />My husband and I are a bit divided about this. Yes, it is stressful. I don't like the unknown. But I also see it as an opportunity. My husband? Not so much. He thinks it is too stressful for a kid and too much pressure. I feel that this is a great opportunity for kids to learn about a) choices b) disappointment and c) hard work. I don't like the fact that my guy wants to stay on his team but may not make it back next year. I want him to have what he wants. However, life is not like that and why not learn it now when he has a soft place to fall?<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I think my son should make it back to his team next year because, well, in my unbiased opinion, he's awesome. But I'm no hockey expert so I can't say how the coaches see it. He, like most of the kids, have been told there are things he needs to work on so we have had lots of chats about whether he thinks he can do these things and whether he wants to put in the work necessary to getting them done. He has decided he can and he does. What a great opportunity to prove to <i>himself</i> that he is capable. This is about him. This is about taking constructive feedback and making a choice. Do you listen or not? Do you value the feedback or not? Do you want to work hard to do what it takes or not? Do you want to risk disappointment or not? These are real life lessons that my boy gets to practice now. We will support him regardless but the decision has to be his.<br /><br />My son chose to play competitive sports so now he has to deal with the reality. If he can't or doesn't want to then that is OK too. He has learned something. But if he does then he has learned that he <i>is</i> capable and a whole slew of other wonderful things too. The reason I feel that a little pressure, a little competition, and a little responsibility are all good is because he will learn so much about himself and his abilities and what makes him happy now so he won't be stuck figuring it out as an adult. My husband, on the other hand, is worried. He's worried that it's too much pressure, competition, responsibility, and, potentially, disappointment for a kid. He will have to deal with these things in adulthood, why put it on a child?<br /><br />So, we talk to our son and use him as the compass. For now, he wants to do it. He says he is prepared to deal with all of it and feels confident in his ability to cope whatever direction this goes in. We support him and will be there as a soft place should he fall.<br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>I&apos;m newborn tired...but I don&apos;t have a newborn</title>
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    <published>2010-01-21T22:49:10Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-21T23:01:58Z</updated>

    <summary>OMG am I tired. Like up every 1/2 hour tired. Like sleeping with one ear open tired. Like rubbing the back of a puking, retching, heaving child for 36 hours tired. This is the kind of tired where you can&apos;t...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
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        <![CDATA[OMG am I tired. Like up every 1/2 hour tired. Like sleeping with one ear open tired. Like rubbing the back of a puking, retching, heaving child for 36 hours tired. This is the kind of tired where you can't find words. You know they're in there but you can't access them or form a cohesive sentence. This is the kind of tired where you get record low scores on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/apps/application.php?id=40343401983"target="_blank">Bejeweled Blitz</a> on facebook because you needed 5 minutes to do something simply mindless and it turns out Bejeweled Blitz actually requires a certain level of consciousness. This is <i>newborn</i> tired. Except you don't have a newborn and now you know why you will never, ever have a newborn again.<br /><br />This is the tired moms are made of. This is the tired I would only, ever do for my kids. For this little sweetheart who suffered for 2 days and lost 6 lbs from her already skinny little body. <br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/sickgirl.jpg"><img alt="sickgirl.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/sickgirl-thumb-400x300-10461.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="300" width="400" /></a></span><br /> <div>*Note the puke bowl in the background. Just moments before she was asleep <i>IN</i> the bowl. Poor thing.<br /></div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>My New Love</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2010/01/my-new-love.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6863</id>

    <published>2010-01-19T16:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-19T17:08:27Z</updated>

    <summary>As soon as I saw you I knew I loved you. You are so cool. You are so easy to get along with and easily interact with others. I have had a crush on you for a while now. I...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
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        <![CDATA[As soon as I saw you I knew I loved you. You are so cool. You are so easy to get along with and easily interact with others. I have had a crush on you for a while now. I was tied down before but now I'm free and we can be together. I know the excitement will wear off but I don't think my love and appreciation will ever dim. I am just starting to learn about you and all of the wonderful things you are capable of. You amaze me. We're so happy when we're together.<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/Photo%205.jpg"><img alt="Jen iphone1.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/Photo%205-thumb-400x300-10420.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="300" width="400" /></a></span><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/Photo%206.jpg"><img alt="Photo 6.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/Photo%206-thumb-400x300-10422.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="300" width="400" /></a></span> <div><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/Photo%207.jpg"><img alt="Jen iphone2.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/Photo%207-thumb-400x300-10424.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="300" width="400" /></a></span></div><div>Me and my new iPhone ;)<br /></div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>UPDATE: I Think My Cleaning Lady Reads My Blog</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2010/01/update-i-think-my-cleaning-lady-reads-my-blog.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6849</id>

    <published>2010-01-14T16:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-14T16:33:28Z</updated>

    <summary>Oh my god. OMG. I am dying here. Hyperventilating. I THINK MY CLEANING LADY READS MY BLOG. Or at least someone she knows maybe does. Or maybe, hopefully I&apos;m being paranoid. But listen to what happened...9:52am: The phone rings. I...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[Oh my god. OMG. I am dying here. Hyperventilating. I THINK MY CLEANING LADY READS MY BLOG. Or at least someone she knows maybe does. Or maybe, hopefully I'm being paranoid. But listen to what happened...<br /><br /><i>9:52am:</i> The phone rings. I am distracted and answer with an impatient "hello". Silence. A hesitated "yes...Jen?". Who the...? Oh. Oh my. It is my cleaning lady. But my cleaning lady never calls me. She has never, ever once called me. Oh no. Oh crap. OK. Calm down. "Oh hi. How are you?" and all the other niceties. And then she says "I'm sorry. I think I made a mistake the other day. I only worked 5.5 hours, not 6.5 hours. I just realized and wanted to tell you. I'm really sorry." Oh crap. She read it. She must have. She knows. "Oh yeah. I thought so. No worries. Thanks for calling. Bye." I'm seriously sweating bullets now.<br /><br />Plus, I feel terrible. Really bad. And guilty. There is an off chance that it was just a coincidence and she suddenly realized it but, really, that is not very likely. So now I feel awful. Because I think she must feel awful.<br /><br />I suck.<br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Moral Dilemma - The Cleaning Lady</title>
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    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6841</id>

    <published>2010-01-12T23:16:27Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-12T23:41:56Z</updated>

    <summary>As a work-from-home entrepreneur and mom my days are pretty crazy and the last thing in the world I want to spend my time doing when I get a few minutes away from my desk is cleaning. So, I have...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[As a work-from-home entrepreneur and mom my days are pretty crazy and the last thing in the world I want to spend my time doing when I get a few minutes away from my desk is cleaning. So, I have a cleaning lady. I like her. She does my laundry, changes the bedsheets and cleans the house. <br /><br />This is a choice we make in order to be able to spend the time we have together as a family. It is one less stress in an already kinda coo-coo existence. My cleaning lady does not have a huge zest for cleaning but she does what I ask and seems satisfied with the work and the pay. She lives close by which works for her and, because I work from home, I am pretty flexible about when she comes.<br /><br />So, she was here cleaning on Monday. Usually I am around most of the time in my office. I don't pay too much attention to what she is doing because, well, I'm working. I close my office door and see her only when I step out or she comes in to change the garbage and clean up a bit. However, I am around. I have a general sense of what she is doing, when she arrived and when she leaves. But not this week. This week I needed her to stay a little longer because she wasn't here during the holidays. I had to take the kids to the dentist and then we had an errand to run. I told her to finish what she needed to do and leave a note when she left with the time and I would pay her. Perfect.<br /><br />The problem is that I forgot something at home in between the dentist and the errand so I stopped back home to pick it up. When I came in the house I saw that the cleaning lady had left. No problem. She had arrived at noon. Then, I saw her note:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC_0813.JPG"><img alt="DSC_0813.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/DSC_0813-thumb-450x271-10341.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="271" width="450" /></a></span>So, what's the problem? What is my moral dilemma? The time on the clock at that moment was 5:35pm and there was no sign of her. <br /><br />The truth is, I don't care about the money. But I am concerned about the fact that she was totally trying to screw me. Or was she? My husband - yes, Mr. Nice Guy himself - thinks she made a mistake and thought is was 6:30pm but it was really 5:30pm. She was rushing. I can sort of believe this because if I had just spent over 5hrs cleaning someone else's house I think it would seem like an eternity to me too but I'm just not sure I buy it.<br /><br />Well, that is why I have come to you, dear readers. To help me solve this moral dilemma. Do I approach her about it? Do I pay her the extra hour and shut up? Do I pay her less and address it if she says something? I am almost always there when she comes and goes so do a few extra bucks now and then really matter? Please help. What would you do?&nbsp; <div><br /></div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Embarassing Travel Story - The Question</title>
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    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6829</id>

    <published>2010-01-10T20:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-10T22:06:29Z</updated>

    <summary>Ah, yes. Traveling to the beach over the holidays is such a treat. And it is, the majority of the trip was a joy. But when you have a spunky 7 year-old along for the trip you just never know...</summary>
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        <name>Jen</name>
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        <![CDATA[Ah, yes. Traveling to the beach over the holidays is such a treat. And it is, the majority of the trip was a joy. But when you have a spunky 7 year-old along for the trip you just never know where the fun may take you next. I know every mom can relate to the <i>things we do for our kids</i> kind of embarrassments like picking boogers out of their noses or wearing slime (or worse) on your shirt or apologizing to strangers for a "<i>why is that guy so fat?</i>" kinda comment. We've all been there. Motherhood is, after all, the sisterhood of the embarrassing moments. But in my opinion, this one trumps the rest.<br /><br />My kids are really good travelers for the most part. They are patient at the airport, able to entertain themselves on the flights, and interested in the scenery out the window as we transfer to our final destination. But despite my best preparation (and a lot of snacks) there are always unexpected challenges. <br /><br />On our latest trip during the holidays to <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/travel_reviews/2010/01/bahia-principe-san-juan-dominican-republic.html" target="_blank">Bahia Principe San Juan in the Dominican Republic</a> I was faced with a dilemma, "do I embarrass myself or do I let my daughter poo in her pants?" Of course you know which one I chose in the end because the embarrassment and mess factor seriously rise if a 7 year-old has a #2 accident on an airplane. <br /><br />Let me set the stage for you here, folks:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/airplane.jpg"><img alt="airplane.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/airplane-thumb-250x187-10287.jpg" class="mt-image-right" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 20px 20px; float: right;" height="187" width="250" /></a></span>We are about 2 hours into our 4+ hour flight. My daughter has been calmly sitting with her pre-teen pal, my son and his buddy are playing DS, and I am relaxing in my seat reading my book. But all is not as calm as I had thought because only moments later my little girl comes up to me, red in the face, and exclaims that she has to go to the bathroom. "Well then go" I say and turn back to my book. "But I can't," she exclaims, getting redder by the moment and wiggling up and down. "I have to go poo." Seems simple enough, doesn't it? "So, then <b>go</b>." I say with a sense of urgency as she begins to cry. "Go or else you are going to have an accident." To my surprise, this results in even more tears and a head hung in defeat. <br /><br />After much questioning and a feeling of desperation and panic begin to rise in my gut I find out what the problem is. My girl <i>has</i> been to the bathroom, about 6 times in the last half hour, but she hasn't <i>done</i> anything because she is somehow convinced that you are not allowed to poo in a plane's toilet. Easy! I think. "Of course you can! So, off you go." Nope, not good enough. And by this time she is turning purple. To my chagrin she informs me that the only way she is going to believe that she can use the facilities for #2 is if <b>I</b> (not her) go and ask the flight attendant if it is OK to poo in the plane's toilet.<br /><br />I admit, I hesitated. Because the deal was not as simple as that. Not only did I have to ask the flight attendant but looking at the packed plane I would be announcing to the whole cabin crew, the passengers seated nearby as well as all of those in the line that poop was about to be going down in the airplane bathroom. And the clincher? My girl would <i>NOT </i>let me tell the flight attendant that it was actually she who wanted to know. But of course not! That would be too embarrassing. Ugh.<br /><br />So, as I walked to the back of the plane hanging my head in shame I wondered how exactly I had gotten here. I used to have some self-respect. I used to travel with dignity. But not anymore. Not since the flight when my 2 month-old baby vomited breast milk on the business man next to us. Or when I was so frazzled traveling alone with a crying child that I dumped all of my bags on a man while trying to get something out of the overhead bin. But, silly me. I thought those days were over. I had gotten over confident. I thought I was passed all that. So this was motherhood's way of bopping me over the head and laughing in my face. Reminding me that this gig is a permanent one.<br /><br />So, of course I did it. I walked up to the flight attendant and said in a voice loud enough for my 7 year-old to hear from the back of the line, "I just have a quick question. It's OK to poo in the toilet on the plane, isn't it?" I am sure I detected a snicker through her look of embarrassed surprise when she declared at the same volume, "Of course!"<br /><br />And despite my wishing it, the floor did not swallow me up. So I held my head high as I returned to my seat. Mommy's job was done. My daughter's dignity strongly intact and her trip to the bathroom behind her she quietly enjoyed the rest of the flight. As for me? I felt the burn of embarrassment and eyes boring into me for a while until the 10 year-old girl sitting across from us had a series of full-on temper tantrums, far trumping my moment of embarrassment.<br /><br />Hopefully that is it for embarrassing moments for a while. Just so I feel better, do any of you have any to share? <br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>The Evolution of My Resolutions</title>
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    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2010:/moms_the_word//34.6808</id>

    <published>2010-01-04T21:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-04T22:52:58Z</updated>

    <summary>As I get older (and wiser, as the saying goes) I experience many changes. Yes, some are those kind of changes: the potbelly that won&apos;t budge, the Still Alice moments, the inability to sleep without at least one trip to...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/Photo%201.jpg"><img alt="Photo 1.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2010/01/Photo%201-thumb-250x187-10227.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="187" width="250" /></a></span>As I get older (and wiser, as the saying goes) I experience many changes. Yes, some are <i>those</i> kind of changes: the potbelly that won't budge, the <a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/Still-Alice-Lisa-Genova/9781439102817-item.html?ref=Search+Books%3a+%2527still+alice%2527"target="_blank">Still Alice</a> moments, the inability to sleep without at least one trip to the bathroom, and an ever-increasing need to prove my coolness to my children (fyi, watch out for this one as it usually backfires and actually tends to prove ones lack of coolness). But there are other things too. The truth is that things that used to get me riled up and motivated well, they just don't anymore.<br /><br />Like New Years Resolutions. I used to sit down with myself for a stern talking to on Jan 1 of every year. It would go something like this:<br /><br /><blockquote><blockquote><i>OK fatso. Enough already. Get control of yourself. You have been hanging on to this 10lbs for far too long. Plus, you need to be kinder and friendlier and find balance in your life and focus on quality family time but don't let your relationship with your husband slip and also, don't forget about 'me time' in the process. And you really need to write more letters, the written word is getting lost, and thank you cards, you aren't thankful enough (at least not in writing) and take more video and record more of your children's funny comments or amazing accomplishments. Plus, you need to set goals. These should be financial and personal and career goals. Oh, and a hobby. You don't have one but you need one because hobbies help people live longer and brain teasers do too so put that on the list beside Sudoku and reading more and writing in a journal and learning a second language...</i><br /></blockquote></blockquote>Honestly. I would feel beyond guilty and small by the time I covered the latest recommendations and trends for self-improvement. But not this year, folks. Nope. As I get older and life teaches me lessons I have experienced an evolution in my resolutions. Here's my list for this year:<br /><br /><ol><li><i>Watch the whole Mad Men series.</i> I must do this according to so many people I respect. But really, I am doing it just because I want to be even a fraction as cool as <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/so_you_want_it/2010/01/i-recently-purchased-some-vintage.html"target="_blank">Ali</a>.</li><li><i>Eat more cheese. </i>I love cheese. Every stinky, barn-like type of cheese. If I were trapped on a desert island and I could only bring one thing? Cheese. Life is too short.</li><li><i>Continue running.</i> OK, I'm not totally stupid and life may be short but I don't have a death wish. With all of the extra cheese I'll be eating I should counter it a bit. I'll keep my 3 day a week running routine going. Even through the winter hibernation season. OK, winter I'll do 2 days...</li><li><i>Start a Book Club.</i> Done. I'll bring the wine!</li><li><i>Create an <a href="http://www.facebook.com//pages/UrbanMomsca/#/pages/UrbanMomsca/196866284346?ref=ts"target="_blank">UrbanMoms.ca Fan Page </a>on Facebook.</i> For years I've been saying this and now, thanks to our wonderful Ali, it is done! <a href="http://www.facebook.com//pages/UrbanMomsca/#/pages/UrbanMomsca/196866284346?ref=ts"target="_blank">Check it out and join the club</a>!</li><li><i>Do the things I enjoy. </i>I promised myself after my mom died that I would start to focus more of my energy on finding joy. I love to travel and I love to write about travel so you'll be seeing a lot more <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/travel_reviews/"target="_blank">Travel Reviews</a> to help you decide where to vacation!</li><li><i>Be grateful.</i> Life is good. Sometimes I just need a reminder.</li><li><i>Remember her and smile</i>. I still find it so painful sometimes to <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/08/celebrating-her-life.html"target="_blank">think about my mom</a>. I miss her terribly. But I don't want to push away the memory of her because it is too hard. So I am resolving to remember her with a smile. At least some of the time.</li><li><i>Accept things</i>. I am SO disorganized. I can't get my daughter's grade 1 homework schedule down so she got a satisfactory in homework completion. My desk is a shambles. I have piles of paper in my kitchen. No matter how many books I read or tips and tricks I try to implement, I am still disorganized. I promise to accept this and forgive myself!</li><li><i>Change other things</i>. I will try and do something about my ongoing struggles with back pain. Years of doctors, and physio, and chiropractors, and acupuncture. The list goes on. But I can't stop trying and accept that I have to live with this constant pain.<br /></li></ol><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>If That Were My Kid...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/12/if-that-were-my-kid.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6780</id>

    <published>2009-12-28T16:27:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-29T03:32:55Z</updated>

    <summary>My family and I just got back from Christmas on the beach. We spent a week along with another family in the Dominican Republic. Christmas was definitely different and in some ways it feels like it didn&apos;t happen at all...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[My family and I just got back from Christmas on the beach. We spent a week along with another family in the Dominican Republic. Christmas was definitely different and in some ways it feels like it didn't happen at all but this year, with my mom being gone, it was the right thing to do. And sometimes vacationing with another family can be disastrous but not for us. Everyone got along really well which made it a lot more fun for the whole group.<br /><br />I will write more about the trip another time (including a <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/travel_reviews/">travel review</a>) but this post is about something else. It is about a parenting theory I put to the test on our trip. Mind you, I did it unintentionally because this is one piece of advice I would never have taken, but I did see it in action. <br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/100_2331.JPG"><img alt="100_2331.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/100_2331-thumb-250x333-10132.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="333" width="250" /></a></span>I have been getting this particular piece of advice for ages. Pretty much since my daughter refused to eat solid food until the age of 18 months and revealed herself to be a picky eater I have heard it. It goes like this, "if your child is hungry enough, they will eat it". In other words, put what <i>you</i> want them to eat on their plate and don't offer them anything else. Tough if they don't like broccoli or roast beef or squash. That's what you're serving and that's what they get. If they don't eat it, they don't eat. Period.<br /><br />A little background information here, my daughter is very particular when it comes to food. She doesn't like certain textures, things with black or green in it, red is often gross, no chunks, no flecks, it can't smell "weird", and the texture has to be just right. She has a keen sense of smell and can often tell just by looking at something that it is not going to suit. She prefers her vegetables and fruits pureed (yes, she is 6) but will eat sweet potato, carrots, and most fruits this way. She will eat fresh corn on the cob and oranges (clementines too) and has been known recently to sample apples. And no, she does not eat a lot of junk because she is pretty picky about that too often preferring yoghurt and baguette with cheese to french fries or candy.<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/100_2334.JPG"><img alt="100_2334.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/100_2334-thumb-350x466-10130.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="466" width="350" /></a></span>I have accepted this and we don't push it. We have had the power struggles and they don't work. She is not being stubborn as many people think. I have seen her try things in order to please us but she gets so anxious that she gags before the food is even near her mouth so we praise her for trying. I recognize a lot of this because my younger sister was exactly the same way. And, guess what? She is a grown woman who, although a vegetarian eats every fruit and veg and flavour you can imagine. This after a childhood of bread, butter, "orange cheese", and iceberg lettuce. So, I know my girl is going to be fine and that she is getting enough variety to meet her needs. She is active and healthy and I don't want to give her a complex about food that can lead to anxiety or worse, an eating disorder.<br /><br />However, others have trouble accepting this so I have heard many, many times over the years where I am going wrong as a parent and what I need to be doing. I have heard many, many times (whether said out loud or with a look), "if that were my kid...". And that takes me back to the parenting theory above and our recent trip to an all inclusive resort. My daughter spent eight days away from home. Away from the foods she is comfortable with in a place where food is prepared differently, smells different, and definitely tastes different. There were tons of choices but none of them were the same as at home. In other words, she had no choice. If she was hungry she had to eat it. I am sure that in eight days a child is going to get hungry at some point so, according to the theory, eventually she would cave and eat what was offered.<br /><br />This was a real-life test of the parenting theory that picky eaters are simply being stubborn and that it is about control. Eventually, they will get hungry enough and they will eat what you put in front of them. Well folks, I am here to tell you that this theory may be true for some but definitely not for all. My gut tells me that kids have issues with food for a huge number of varying reasons and maybe this advice works for the kids who want McDonald's for every meal or refuse to eat something because they know that they will eventually get what they want but it is not true for everyone.<br /><br />You know how I know? Because my 6-year-old daughter had no choice, for eight whole days, but to eat what was available and you know what she did? She ate <i>nothing</i>. OK, not absolutely nothing but pretty much. She tried the pancakes but they tasted wrong, she tried the burger but it was gross (and it really was), she tried a few other things but in the end the only thing she could stomach was bread. So, my little girl ate bread for EIGHT days. She never complained that she was hungry but she never once got hungry enough to eat what she didn't like. She was willing and more than able to be hungry for more than a week instead of eating food she finds unappealing. This little person lost 4lbs in 8 days rather than eat foods she isn't comfortable with.<br /><br />So, next time you judge and you think you know what another parent should do let me tell you that most of the time, you don't. Don't look at them with <i>that</i> look or tell them your "secret" or say "if that were my kid..." because it is <i>not</i> your kid and you <i>don't</i> know. And now, eight days later, my little girl woke up to a meal of <i>her</i> scrambled eggs, apple sauce, and bacon with fresh squeezed orange juice. She at it all. Every last bite. <br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Our First Christmas Without Her</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/12/our-first-christmas-without-her.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6761</id>

    <published>2009-12-18T14:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-18T15:59:40Z</updated>

    <summary>I love Christmas. When I was a kid my sister and I would get so excited that my mom would let us put out one Christmas decoration starting November 1st. For the past number of years my family and I...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[I love Christmas. When I was a kid my sister and I would get so excited that my mom would let us put out one Christmas decoration starting November 1st. For the past number of years my family and I have trekked up north of Toronto to my parents' beautiful, snow filled retreat for a festive family holiday. I absolutely loved this time. Last year everyone was there as we knew this was likely our last Christmas with <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/my-mom/">my mom</a>. Our days were filled with this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC_8627.JPG"><img alt="DSC_8627.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC_8627-thumb-350x526-10069.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="526" width="350" /></a></span>And this:<br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/DSC_8798.JPG"><img alt="DSC_8798.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC_8798-thumb-350x232-10071.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="232" width="350" /></a></span>And this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/DSC_9007.JPG"><img alt="DSC_9007.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC_9007-thumb-350x232-10073.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="232" width="350" /></a></span>Last year our Christmas was filled with <i>her</i>. With my mom. With the loving, patient, warm embrace of her. This year is our first year without her and I am scared. I'm afraid that I will no longer love this time of year and it will impact my children. I'm afraid that it will all be too hard. I am afraid that I will just miss her too much. <br /><br />So, I've done a few things this year to try and make it easier. On my first Christmas without her my dad will be visiting my sister in the UK and my family and I will gather with good friends and head to the Dominican Republic for Christmas on the beach. Maybe making it completely different will fill some of the void. Or at least distract from it.<br /><br /><i>Here's wishing Happy Holidays to all of the wonderful urbanmoms.ca readers and members and your families! &nbsp; <br /></i><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Reconnecting</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/12/reconnecting.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6751</id>

    <published>2009-12-16T03:15:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T03:35:23Z</updated>

    <summary>I have been married for 13+ years and, in total, my husband and I have been together for over 17. That is a long time. Plus, of those 13 years we have been parents for 10 of them. With two...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
    </author>
    
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    <category term="reconnecting" label="reconnecting" scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" />
    <category term="sandalsmontegobay" label="sandals montego bay" scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" />
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/DSC_0628_2.JPG"><img alt="DSC_0628_2.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC_0628_2-thumb-250x249-10037.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="249" width="250" /></a></span>I have been married for 13+ years and, in total, my husband and I have been together for over 17. That is a <i>long</i> time. Plus, of those 13 years we have been parents for 10 of them. With two busy kids, running my own business, and the past year <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/my-mom/">caring for my mom</a>, we have had barely a moment alone together. <br /><br />Last week we were lucky enough to be invited to stay for 5 days at <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/travel_reviews/2009/12/sandals-montego-bay-jamaica.html">Sandals in Montego Bay</a>, Jamaica. Just the two of us for five whole days at a couples only resort and I have to say I was more than curious to see whether we would still feel connected after all this time.<br /><br />Well let me tell you, it was a dream. Five glorious days of sun, fun, and relaxation. We were <span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/CSC_0767.JPG"><img alt="CSC_0767.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/CSC_0767-thumb-250x165-10041.jpg" class="mt-image-right" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 20px 20px; float: right;" height="165" width="250" /></a></span>pampered in the Bay Roc Honeymoon suites, napped by the ocean on a double lounge chair and arrived back in our room each afternoon to the big soaker tub drawn with a bubble bath, decorated with flower petals and a bottle of champagne cooling at its side. We dined by candle light sipping wine and danced on the beach.<br /><br />But truly the best part was uninterrupted conversation. We talked about tons of stuff or nothing at all. However, carpooling, bill payments, and hockey logistics never entered our minds. No one demanded our attention and we could take a break from being "Mommy and Daddy" for a few days and just be us. It was truly a gift.<br /><br />Check out my <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/travel_reviews/2009/12/sandals-montego-bay-jamaica.html">review of Sandals Montego Bay here</a>.<br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Gettin&apos; Irie Mon</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/12/gettin-irie-mon.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6715</id>

    <published>2009-12-07T07:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T18:39:32Z</updated>

    <summary>Yes folks, it is true. I am the luckiest girl alive right now &apos;cause in exactly 1 day I will be lounging beach-side at the fabulous Sandals Montego Bay Resort in Jamaica. I am beyond excited for so many reasons...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
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        <![CDATA[Yes folks, it is true. I am the luckiest girl alive right now 'cause in exactly 1 day I will be lounging beach-side at the fabulous <a href="http://www.sandals.com/main/montego/mo-home.cfm" target="_blank">Sandals Montego Bay Resort</a> in Jamaica. I am beyond excited for so many reasons - the spa, the beach, the naps, the peace and quiet but also, I'm curious. My husband and I have never been to a couples only resort. It sounds blissful and grown up and romantic but, in some ways, I'm worried it might be a little too swingin' for us. What if we have lost our <i>cool</i> since having kids and we find ourselves all Old Fogie-ish in a sea of youngsters.<br /><br />Anyway, regardless, it is going to be awesome. FIVE WHOLE DAYS alone with my husband. Whatever will we do?? Yeah, there's that but just so you know I have a few other things in mind. Check it out:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/an%20echo%20in%20the%20bone.jpg"><img alt="an echo in the bone.jpg" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/an%20echo%20in%20the%20bone-thumb-150x228-9881.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="228" width="150" /></a></span>Yup, a little historical fiction soft-porn for my lounging time on the beach. If you haven't read these books by Diana Gabaldon and you need a good escape I highly recommend. <i>Highly</i>. This is her latest, <a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/An-Echo-In-The-Bone-Diana-Gabaldon/9780385666107-item.html?ref=Search+Books%3a+%2527an+echo+in+the+bone%2527" target="_blank">An Echo in the Bone</a>, which is the 7th in the Outlander series and I can't wait!<br /><br />Plus, I plan on imbibing just a little. I like to have a Pina Colada or Margarita while lounging with my book on the beach. One or two is just enough to feel a little indulgent. <br /><br />But, realistically, I'm not going wild with food or drink. I have been working out like crazy to lose the weight I gained - 15lbs - while my mom was sick and I'm 12lbs down. Just not willing to risk screwing it all up again.<br /><br />This means that I feel <i>OK</i> in my bathing suit but I am going to be on a beach again on the 20th so I'm not going to risk it. So, while I might be doing a little bit of this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC02654.JPG"><img alt="DSC02654.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC02654-thumb-350x262-9895.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="262" width="350" /></a></span>I'll also have to be doing a little bit of this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC02677.JPG"><img alt="DSC02677.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC02677-thumb-250x333-9891.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="333" width="250" /></a></span>Yes, that is meant to be me running. But really, what I'm most looking forward to, is a little bit of this:<br /><br /><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC02669.JPG"><img alt="DSC02669.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/12/DSC02669-thumb-350x262-9893.jpg" class="mt-image-center" style="margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;" height="262" width="350" /></a></span><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Surviving Friendships with Other Moms</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/12/my-friends-are-incredibly-important.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6709</id>

    <published>2009-12-03T17:39:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-03T18:29:49Z</updated>

    <summary>My friends are incredibly important to me. Not only am I an extrovert, gaining energy from being social, but I depend on my friends to bounce ideas off of, share parenting challenges with, and provide an ear and a shoulder...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/100_0084.JPG"><img alt="100_0084.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/03/100_0084-thumb-250x165-7203.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="165" width="250" /></a></span>My friends are incredibly important to me. Not only am I an extrovert, gaining energy from being social, but I depend on my friends to bounce ideas off of, share parenting challenges with, and provide an ear and a shoulder when necessary. Especially now since losing one of my best friends, <a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/my-mom/">my mom</a>, earlier this year. <br /><br />But friendships are complicated. Especially once you have kids. Especially when your kids are friends with their kids. And even more especially when your kids grow apart. In my experience, no matter how hard you try, some friendships can not survive this dynamic. <br /><br />Recently a friend and I had a disagreement. OK, it was an outright fight. All way over the top emotional and far too personal. The worst part is that it took place over email. A little tip, NEVER have an argument over email. Even it you don't mean to imply something you might. And you are a lot more likely to say more than you would in person. The chances of it getting out of hand are pretty much 100% and I certainly should have known better. Especially when the issue is not yours but your kids'. <br /><br />I am not at all proud of the way I dealt with this and I am sure the other mom would agree. Luckily, we have mended fences and promised each other and ourselves that next time, should there be one, we will deal with it more maturely and in person. The problem is that when it is your child it is so hard to be anything but the Mama Bear, defending and overprotective, even if the situation doesn't merit that reaction.<br /><br />The truth is that the issue between our kids was far less of an issue for them. They moved on within minutes while we couldn't let it go. I see this happening around me all the time, moms knowing too much, asking too many questions, and getting far too involved in the social lives of their children. I am happy to say that it rarely happens to me but this one was a doozy. <br /><br />So, from now on I am going to keep my nose out of it and let my kids fight their battles and make their own decisions. Some of their decisions will be bad ones and they will lose some of their battles and sometimes it will be heart-wrenching, but it is not my place. I will be there for them as a support as they navigate their way through life. And one day they will thank me, as I did my own parents. Because one day they will be confident, self-sufficient, responsible adults capable of making good decisions and trusting in their own ability to do so. They will be this way because they have had experience, practice at a time when the stakes aren't quite so high. This, after all, is my job as a parent. Not to protect them from everything hard and hurtful but to help them face it with courage and conviction.<br /><br /><i>Btw, this is a fabulous book <a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/Best-Friends-Worst-Enemies-Understanding-Michael-Thompson-Cathe-Oneill-grace/9780345442895-item.html?ref=Search+Books%3a+%2527best+friends%2c+worst+enemies%2527" target="_blank">Best Friends, Worst Enemies: Understanding the Social Lives of Children</a>.</i><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>A Sexual Crisis.</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/2009/11/a-sexual-crisis.html" />
    <id>tag:www.urbanmoms.ca,2009:/moms_the_word//34.6688</id>

    <published>2009-11-26T15:46:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-26T16:42:58Z</updated>

    <summary>Recently I&apos;ve been the butt of a few jokes. I&apos;m not too concerned about it because I was prepared. I knew when I agreed to be interviewed for an article on women&apos;s sex drive that, chances were pretty good I...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jen</name>
        <uri>http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/</uri>
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><a href="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/mtw/DSC00068.JPG"><img alt="DSC00068.JPG" src="http://www.urbanmoms.ca/moms_the_word/assets_c/2009/11/DSC00068-thumb-250x187-9645.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt; float: left;" height="187" width="250" /></a></span>Recently I've been the butt of a few jokes. I'm not too concerned about it because I was prepared. I knew when I agreed to be interviewed for an article on <i>women's sex drive</i> that, chances were pretty good I was going to get some ribbing. But I don't mind. I think it is too important.<br /><br />In my opinion, there are so many misconceptions about sex in marriage. When the reporter from <i>The Star</i> called me to say that there is a <i>sexual crisis</i> with modern women I had to snicker a bit under my breath. <i>Crisis? Really?</i> Come on. Yes, women are busy and yes, there are most definitely times - and some of them extended periods - when sex is either off the table all together or merely another item to add to your endless To Do List. But a <i>crisis</i>? I think not.<br /><br />I know that sex sells but sexual crises definitely get people talking (and emailing and phoning) because the minute the article <a href="http://www.parentcentral.ca/parent/newsfeatures/article/727135--can-sex-drive-be-revived-after-baby" target="_blank">Can Sex Drive Be Revived After Baby</a> hit the stands I was inundated. Some got in touch to poke fun or make a crack but many reached out to thank me. They were grateful that someone had the courage (and lack of modesty) to go public and say, "Hey, lay off. Stop sensationalizing. This is natural. This is normal." <br /><br />The truth is, it is different for everyone and every relationship. Some women have a baby who sleeps well, their baby weight falls off and they are back in the bedroom in no time. I have a name for these women. Joking! But seriously, I am thrilled that for some women it is so straight-forward but for many it is not. When I had my first child I was completely and totally overwhelmed. Not only was I fat, and desperately tired, but my world was unrecognizable and I needed to get my bearings before I could resume anything resembling "normal". <br /><br />Plus, no one told me how totally "touched out" I would feel. I absolutely adored my baby but he was challenging. He would have been happy nursing 24/7 which meant he was almost never happy if he wasn't which meant that he was pretty much attached to me all day, every day for the first few months. So, you can imagine how keen I was when I was finally able to extract him from my overly squishy self and get some rest and my husband leaned over for a hug. I have to be honest, I cringed. It wasn't personal. I had just had more than enough physical contact.<br /><br />However, as I stated in the article, this time is very limited. Just like the stages of development for your baby, your relationship with your partner continues to evolve and eventually, hopefully grows into something new and different but even stronger. Motherhood has tested me and taught me and I have been able to bring all of those things into my marriage.<br /><br />Now, don't get me wrong. It will never go back to the way it was. My husband and I have known each other for nearly 20 years. We've been married for 13 of them. He's seen me at my absolute worst and also at my best. Our lives are ridiculously busy and the truth is we have way more things to fit into 24 hours than we did before we had kids. We often joke to each other and ask, "how did we ever keep ourselves busy before we had kids? What did we do with ourselves?" I can think of a few things. But now, all aspects of our relationship takes conscious thought. We want to be together and we know all of the things that we need to keep our marriage strong. <br /><br />So, please, do yourself a favour and think long-term. Don't beat yourself up because you're not leaping into bed 6 weeks postpartum or that you are not thrilled at the thought of sex after a busy day with your kids. This is normal and everyone goes through it to varying degrees. However, if your sex life doesn't continue to evolve or if you have completely lost interest for an extended period of time you should consider if there is more going on than hormones and lack of sleep. But don't buy into the media hype because for most of us, we will adjust and for many of us our relationship with our partner will evolve into something even better, both in and out of the bedroom.&nbsp; <br /> ]]>
        
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