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Author: Brynja Chleirich

#DIY Ice Pack Hack

It’s so simple, I’m a little chagrined that I’ve not done this to date. Because, pain. Chronic, all-the-time, Hounds of Hell ouchies that plague my badassery on a level that makes one want to run head first into a wall. But, my BFF, coffee, nixs that option. Regularly. Because, coffee. šŸ˜‰ Maybe I’d not cared to make my own ice packs because I don’t like ice packs. They’re too hard, too stiff, too much addition to the pain that requires an ice Ā pack to begin with!! Not this. Nope. I highly recommend you give this a go, because it doesn’t…

Hub-a-loo…with *jazz hands*

Did I say how much I love The Hub? Yes? Then let me sing you the song of my people:   Did you miss it? How I created The Hub…our family command centre?? Oh, sweet mother of jeebuz…please check it out. It has saved my sanity and brought me an inner peace not felt since…EVER. True story. Like, REALLY true story. From weekly menu listing so I don’t have to hear, “What’s for dinner?” from four separate younglings on four separate occasions within the first forty minutes of home-from-school…. …to house tasks and a whole lotta chalk fun. <3 Here’s…

Friday #gladitude!!

BIRDS. Just puttin’ it out there right away. Stepping outside for the school bus run and hearing the birds. Chirp-chirping away. Spring. Relief. Mood boost without the pharmaceuticals or even, dare I say, the coffee. \m/ The week was a challenging one. My littlest twin was having a mental health crisis and, had it not been for his doting sister, walked off the school bus and went to keep on walking. He wasn’t walking home. Let’s just let that sink in for moment. Managing your demons when you’re 41 is one thing. I can’t imagine how life looks to a…

The Hub: A family command centre

Had an epiphany the other day. Probably caffeine fueled. Little bit fromĀ exhaustive corpse function. Momma lost her proverbial shit with herself and things have to change. Managing a household under the umbrella of the Cosmic Everything Else has been…well, challenging is too light a word. “Are you sure that taking college courses isn’t too much for you?” implored my mother. “Hands down, a resounding ‘YUP’,” I responded. But, it’s something for “Me.” and I’ve yet to find a real balance with the self care I endeavoured to ascertain throughout all of last year. I was really proud of that…finding the…

Shove(l) it, Mother Nature

Yet another dumping of snow on the nation’s capital Tuesday over-evening-into-the-wee-hours. Yet another time to shovel and…dare I say it…brush off the car. I don’t mind shoveling when the snow is that light, icing-sugar type, like it was. What I mind more, right now, is brushing off the car. I can’t explain it, but whileĀ there are ergonomic shovels (which I don’t have)…I’ve yet to find an ergonomic car brush. And, I’m certainly paying for it. My thenar eminenceĀ muscles in both hands are spazzy worse than ever. It’s the way you have to grip the brush AND co-ordinate your Go, Go…

Friday #gladitude!!!

IĀ amĀ Jack’s Broken Chemicals. Notice how the majority of my Friday #gladitude!!! posts come after a week where the outer rings of Saturn are in a funk with the junk of Jupiter? That’s because: This is #myreallife Thing is? This week? Scary. Fucking. Shit. Not literally, peeps, c’mon. But, mental health issues, a chemical imbalance shit storm brought on and exacerbated by intense stress of The Everything, and I’m pretty spent. This ain’t your gramma’s “Two steps forward, one step back…” kind of shit. This is the “I tried to do the tango, caught my feet up in a space-time flux…

#BellLetsTalk & “Me.”

But what if I canā€™t talk in the way that you can hear me? I will post about mental health issues because I am afflicted by mental health issues. Iā€™ve never made it a secret, nor have I ever glossed over the issues of anyone else. What pains me greatly about days like Bellā€™s #BellLetsTalk is that people seem to be afforded one day to freely converse betwixt themselves, usually with like-minded individuals, about their personal stories, journeys and perseverance through the darker crevasses of the mind. Now, Iā€™m glaringly aware that these kinds of initiatives progress programming and research…

Friday #gladitude!!!

Well. That week certainly flew by. I was all, “Maybe I need to get a post out there…” and BAM!! Friday. Again. \m/ I remember a time when a Friday #gladitude post was a saving grace because the Cosmos (the Asshat Cosmos) was being a jerk and I’d really, really needed to find and notice all of the small things to bring comfort and solace and a break in an otherwise chaotic reality. This week was not that week. And, it made taking the time to noticeĀ the small things all that much sweeter. Nope, Stellar Cosmos kept me busy with…

Friday #gladitude

Well, this was simply the most ridiculous week… …EVER. Between Monday and today, I’ve concurrently managed a fractured orbital bone thingie-part (I’m far too lazy to look it up), a dog fight, a youngling’s asthma attack and the death of a departed whilst contained within the boundaries of starting three college courses and managing the emotions from all of these. That doesn’t make me a goddamn martyr. That simply makes me an ordinary woman doing bat-shit crazy things within the chaos of her reality. Which, admittedly, is a little excessively chaotic at the moment. Listen, I post because it’s my…

Hey. Who killed the world?

There’s a sadz in the world. People. Humanity. A collective. I’ve had to take a “news hiatus” because the state of people makes me so very, very sad. Makes me triggered. Makes me angry. And, that’s how the cycle worsens. I had the unfortunate incident of an assault upon myself yesterday by a completely unknown-t0-me assailant. I’ll be fine, but I thought I’d blog about it because in no Cosmos ever is violence or harassment against women ever okay. EVER. So, I’d posted on Facebook about it. I’d also *not* posted on Facebook about three times previously to that before…