2. Some parents actually camped out overnight for a precious spot at a good daycare the way a superfan might for concert tickets. Today’s Parent wants to know what you’ve sacrificed for daycare. Is it a vacation? A new car? A so-so daycare because the good one is just simply too cost prohibitive?
I woke up this morning with a 3-year-old’s foot in my face. He had snuck in at some point throughout the night and made himself cozy. As I snuggled right into him, listening to his sweet, sleepy breathing, I glanced at the clock and noticed that we should actually have been on our way out the door at that time. We slept in! Now, you should know that I haven’t set an alarm clock in over a year, as the kids have always made sure to have me up nice and early (even on the weekends). This morning, everyone must have needed just a little extra sleep, so our usual morning routine was thrown off and, of course, chaos ensued. Read more...
It’s good news, and despite us being the only queer family at our day care centre, it’s been our experience as well. Back in the summer, I didn’t know we were about to lose the kindergarten wait-list gamble we choose for our four-year old. I couldn’t imagine, that after we lost, I would feel part guilt (for depriving Rosa of a JK experience) and part relief (thank you God, public school is delayed another year!) Read more...
3. Now that he has a daughter, Jay-Z says he’ll never use the word “bitch” again. Um, didn’t Tracy Jordan on 30 Rock already learn this lesson? So, Jay-Z learns a lesson after Tracy Jordan?? At least he’s better than Lil Wayne. #everythingrelatesbackto30rock
Meri Perra blogs about the challenges she and her partner face in trying to raise their girls with feminist values
It could be that pigs have started to fly, or stranger still, I’m going to vote to for whichever government is in power next election, which has totally never happened. Because the strangest thing just did happen. I had a flash thought of: “Maybe our daughter should go to Catholic school.”
Maybe. And maybe I should also teach my kids it’s ok to talk to strangers and chase a ball onto the street. I’ll start sending them out to buy cigarettes. No, these are all bad ideas, just like queers sending their kids to Catholic school.
Let me explain.
In the past, I’ve met queer parents who’ve sent their spawn to Catholic school, and I’ve done what any other level-headed queer parent would do. I assumed they were nuts, never asked why they made their decision, and moved on. Read more...
Ed Sundukovsky shares stories from Toronto’s West End
Coming home from work is easily the best part of my entire day. At not a second past five, I’ve already got my apron and whites off and I’m out the door with key and coat in hand. I jump into the whip and back out onto a one way street, hitting the gas and peeling out a bit. I might have looked cool, except that I’m driving a minivan. I’m in a hurry because Kris is waiting for me on the corner outside of her work. I can’t wait to see her either.
I fight my way across Wellesley, inching along while the seconds tick by. Cyclists zip by on their fixed gear bikes, laughing while they pass me easily. “Fools!” they exclaim at the cars while they fly ahead. Naturally, I hit every red light on my way, but I can make her out waiting for me off in the distance. When I pull up to her, I’m always surprised at how great she still looks after an eight hour day. She gets in and we get going. Read more...