The holidays are fast approaching. Do I dare tell you that there’s only a terrifying 33 days until the big day? Not to worry, no need to panic. At How To Survive Life In The Suburbs we have you covered! For the next 5 days we will present to you unique holiday ideas for everyone on your list. When you’re finished… View Post
I’ve recently returned from a remarkable afternoon in Toronto. It started out like many others visits to the city. Spotting the iconic CN Tower, a stroll through some of the trendiest shops in Yorkville and indulging in an overpriced coffee as I window shopped my way down Bloor Street. It ended with me having to do the rapid eye… View Post
My house is a very busy one. One Husband, two teen girls, a cat, a dog and a partridge in a pear tree. The door is always open. The people running in and out, the pets, well, doing what pets do, and that’s the way I like it. What I don’t love so much? The mess. Crumbs on the counters…. View Post
My family are among the blessed who are able to pack our bags and enjoy a tropical vacation at least once year. I know we’re not alone. We sit under palm trees, sipping frozen drinks, basking in the sunshine and have those “pinch me” kind of moments that leave us feeling all kinds of warm and fuzzy. Every moment catered… View Post
Not long ago I was invited to a girls weekend up at a cottage. No Men. No Kids. Just wine, and food and girly stuff. Sounds great right? Well perfectly wonderful until you figure out you, well you ….are a bit lost. A couple of days before I was supposed to leave for this blissful weekend…I started to feel…unwell? (now… View Post
Do you love your hair? I can admit it, I do. I love the ability to play with up-dos, let it hang straight down, embrace my messy buns on days when I’m in a hurry, and work a fish-tail braid when I’m not. My hair is a part of my personality, who I am, even how I identify myself. I’m… View Post
I love my SassyHusband more than life itself. I love my sleep too. So what happens when the man you adore snores, sounding like a freaking freight train running through a tunnel? Well, it’s a process. Here my friends are the escalating stages of unsuccesffully sleeping with a snorer. At first, you attempt to match your breathing along with that… View Post
It was only three hours. How hard could it be to look after a 9 month old baby for only three hours. As it turns out, all kinds of hard. My 9 month old niece came for a visit, and the truth of the matter is, that girl gave me a run for my money. We read books. Crawled… View Post
It had been a perfectly “Okay” day. I managed to hit a couple of deadlines. Did some laundry. Got the kitchen cleaned up. Had a sweet chat with a couple of friends. Drove my kiddos from A to B to C. (ordered pizza for dinner…because I’m still not quite detoxed from that trip to Beaches Resort and craving all things… View Post