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People often talk about how hard co-parenting is. What they don't talk about is how hard it is to co-parent with someone who isn't actually parenting at all. There is a unique exhaustion that comes from being the parent who carries everything while the other parent simply exists on the sidelines. Not because they can't help. Because they choose not to. It's not even about the money anymore. Sure, the sports fees add up. The equipment. The travel. The fuel. The hotel rooms. The registration fees. The team fundraising. The endless expenses that come with raising kids who are involved, active, and chasing their dreams. But money isn't what hurts the most. What hurts is watching your child sit by the window waiting for a parent who doesn't show up. What hurts is hearing the disappointment in their voice when plans get cancelled at the last minute. What hurts is watching them check their phone, hoping for a text, hoping for a call, hoping for some sign that ...

 People hear the term “co-parenting” and picture teamwork. Shared responsibility. Communication. Equal effort. Two parents continuing to put their children first, even after the relationship ends. But sometimes… it isn’t co-parenting at all. Sometimes it’s one parent carrying the entire mental load, financial load, emotional load, scheduling load, and responsibility for the children — while the other parent drifts in and out around the edges when it’s convenient. We split in 2022. It’s now 2026, and in four years, I have received no financial help toward raising our children. No help with sports. No help with school fees. No help with fuel, travel, hotels, fundraising, practices, equipment, or the endless hidden costs that come with raising active kids. At the beginning, I tried to keep things fair and simple. I didn’t ask for everything. I simply asked if he could cover half of sports and school fees. He agreed. But agreement means nothing without action. Every time a new fee come...

    There as a season recently where I felt completely emotionally checked out.  Life felt heavy all of the time.  I felt like I was failing at everything- failing as a mom, failing to keep up with the house, failing to keep myself together.  Even the smallest things started to feel overwhelming, and I found myself slipping into this place where I was constantly feeling sorry for myself and slightly mourning the life I used to have.  By that I mean, I miss my old co-workers, I missed having a job and feeling accomplished, I miss my old friends and my daily chats with them.       One of the hardest parts of moving has been realizing that relationships change, even the ones you thought never would. The people you used to talk to every day slowly become people you barely hear from. Life keeps moving for everyone, and sometimes you don’t even realize how disconnected you’ve become until you find out something major happened in someone’s life...

Are parents allowed to say they are burnt out?  Is this a thing?  This is the time of year for me I seem to feel it the most.  I am tired.  I am here wearing clothes I have had for years, some bras are literally on their last threads, while my kids are sporting new hockey sticks and gear.   I want the world for my kids and I do everything in my power to give it to them, or help them get there.  It just adds up, we go from football, to hockey, to rodeo and baseball.  There is not stop in-between the sports in this house.  It is a year round cycle.  Now now I know what you are saying as you read this.  If you can't handle it, stop the sports.  Here's the thing, I can complain, I can be tired but that is one thing I won't do.  I will not take this from their childhood so my life can be a little less hectic.  When we have kids its kind of this invisible contact.  You are there to support them, to be their everything ...

 I didn't think I would be writing another post about being a stay at home mom.  Again if you follow along you probably read the post about how last winter I transitioned from working mom to a stay at home mom and the challenges that came along with that.  It was a confusing and hard time, but I have learned to love this role.  My kids are warm, fed, and healthy.  That is the main goal is it not?  I have this opportunity to be at home, take care of the kids and be able to make every single activity, appointment, play date, or whatever it may be.  I get to be there.  Do we have to be slightly more careful with money without two incomes, of course we do, but right now its working and working well.  The kids didn't have to cut back in extra programs, in fact now they are able to do more.  We now have the freedom to be able to attend more things, get more things done at home, and be relaxed and happy doing it!       Recen...

 Today is a little bit of a heavy blog.  It is something that has been weighing heavily on me lately, and this seems to be my outlet to let things out.  I find the more I type it out the more I feel it and begin to understand it.  Lets talk anger.  Anger is a complex emotion that everyone tells you, let go.  Let it go and it will feel so much better and give you the relief you have been searching for.  For me personally I thought I had let go of this anger years ago.  Turns out I didn't let it go, I pushed it down and now its surfacing like crazy.  I have gone back and forth on if I should write this for people to read, but I thought I wonder how many people out there are in similar situations and are struggling as well?  So I guess lets get into it.      If you read along with this blog you know I separated from my husband in 2022.  This circumstances around it are all in here previous so I won't go into great detail...