Baby, Life

I Used To Be Fun!

“I used to be fun!”

That’s what my friend Laurel said to me recently.

“Meeeeeee too!!”

“I know, I was there!”


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Laurel is the Family Matters reporter with Global Edmonton. We’ve been best friends since we met in university at the age of 19.

We’ve had many good times, so we can vouch for each other. We DEFINITELY used to be fun. I might go so far as to say I used to be funny. And social. And outgoing.

I used to make witty comments, even top someone’s joke. Imagine that!

Now, I find it hard to keep up with conversations, or crack a smile some days. Resting Bitch Face? Oh ya, right here folks! I blame it entirely on having children. When I became a mom, my fun factor came crashing down.

So did my IQ apparently.

It’s not uncommon for me to ask a friend three times in the span of an hour what her plans are for the weekend.

I’ll forget where I parked my car at the mall. Like, actually forget. It took me so long to find it one time, I was convinced it was stolen.

I’ll misplace my sunglasses and find them months later… in my sock drawer.

I’ll drive away with my cell phone on the roof of my car and promise myself not to be so stupid ever again. Then I’ll do the exact same thing a few weeks later… this time with my wallet, after fueling up.


I’ll ask a good friend how her grandma is doing, only to be reminded that she passed away earlier in the year. “Remember?!” Ugh. How could I forget. I was there to console her when it happened.

I swear I’m getting dumber and duller by the day. And I don’t like it.

While I can’t do much about the ol’ mom brain, I CAN try to lighten up a little.

A few days ago, my family and I decided to apply facial masks together. We looked like absolute freaks!

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I honestly don’t remember the last time I laughed this hard. It felt so good, and it made me realize just how much the grind and the routine have been eating away at the joy and the spontaneity in my life.

With two pregnancies and a big move now behind us, my New Year’s resolution is to make room for more fun and laughs in 2017. It’s time to dust off the old Carole Anne.

But being more fun starts with getting more rest. In which case, I’m already off to a bad start. I was up with both kids for more than two hours last night. I am exhausted. I’m afraid this NY’s resolution of mine might have to start tomorrow. Or the day after. Or next month at the latest. 😛