Me, Me, Me My Kids & My Quirks

I am a Mother of three.

Marilyn-my very creative, independent, nocturnal, teenage daughter who is 15 Maggie-my spirited, verbose, princess who is 3,
Noah-my easygoing, social, happy ten month old with an infectious laugh

I am a nocturnal creature. However, I have had to adapt because raising children that way may be construed as poor parenting. Unfortunately, my teenage daughter, Marilyn, shares this genetic anomaly. I miss her.

I usually write after the kids are in bed. If I tried to write during the daytime, the children would find a reason to need me.

I do not get much sleep.

If I could have a super power, I want the ability to freeze and manipulate time by up to one day. The possibilities are limitless. If I had a great day, I could rewind and enjoy it again. If I had a bad day, I could rewind and fix it. I could freeze time and accomplish lots and lots of things. Ok, who am I kidding if I could freeze time I would sneak in some extra sleep!

I loathe injustice. The world isn’t fair is a comeback that chills me to the bone.

I am definitely a Libra

I often fantasize about what I would do if I won the lottery. Unfortunately, my brain always gets stuck on the logistics of splitting up the money in a fair and equitable manner. Exactly who would I share my good fortune with, and how much would I give to each person. What city would I decide to live in, and how would I convince everyone I know to move there too. It always seems so daunting I never buy a ticket.

I love to take pictures. My children are traumatized by flashing lights daily.

I am obsessed with children’s toys. I often want toys my children are not even interested in.

I adore play-doh.

I miss the old strawberry shortcake dolls.

I have never learned how to whistle.

I hate shoes-my feet do not seem to fit properly in any shoe until it is worn out and needs to be replaced. I literally wear them until they fall off. I have actually had to go in to a store barefoot to purchase new shoes because my shoes fell apart in the parking lot.

I spend an inordinate amount of time wondering if I would survive if there was a zombie breakout.

For some inexplicable reason my wrists do not rotate properly. I am therefore incapable of taking change from a drive-thru without leaning to the left and twisting my entire torso like some cheesy magician about to present the coin I found in your ear. Ta-da!

As if that’s not memorable enough…

I am addicted to Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccino. I like mine super icy, so I ask for it made with just a teeny tiny little bit of milk. This order seems to be a very difficult task because I am constantly presented with frothy milky Iced Caps. I then re-state my order and ask them to redo it. I have had them redo the order from scratch with cream, with extra milk, with cream and milk, pour out half and add more milk etc…etc... and further idiocy. I am sad to say that I have gotten so frustrated I have asked for my money back on more than one occasion, and driven to another Tim Horton's to try my luck there.

Last week I drove-thru with my usual order and when the girl was about to hand it to me she looked down at the iced cap in her hand, didn’t utter a word, simply turned around and went to make me another one. Woohoo! They can be taught.

My favourite pastime is to curl up with a good book and lose myself in its pages.

My FAV books…

Watership Down---Richard Adams

Mila 18---Leon Uris

Lightning---Dean R Koontz

Watchers---Dean R Koontz

A Spell for Chameleon---Piers Anthony

Harry Potter Series--- J.K. Rowling

The Sword of Truth Series---Terry Goodkind

The Belgariad---David Eddings

The Hitchikers Guide to The GalaxySeries---Douglas Adams

If Tomorrow Comes---Sidney Sheldon

Favourite Quotations…

“Children make your life important.” -Erma Bombeck

“There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child” – Erma Bombeck

Welcome to Chameleon Mom

“Children make your life important.” -Erma Bombeck


I am a Mother of three.

Marilyn-my very creative, independent, nocturnal, teenage daughter who is 15 Maggie-my spirited, verbose, princess who is 3,
Noah-my easygoing, social, happy ten month old with an infectious laugh

Why Chameleon Mom?

Well I do adore chameleons however, chameleons and children are not a good mix therefore I no longer have any chameleons of my own. They are notoriously difficult to care for and are much too frail for children.

Chameleons are famous for their ability to change color. However, they do not change color to match what they are sitting on. This is a bizarre myth touted as fact. My daughter actually got a Happy Meal from McDonalds that had this myth printed on the happy meal box as a chameleon fact! Chameleons do not really change color to match their surroundings, and they cannot change to any and all colors. For example, if a chameleon is sitting on a red-and-white striped tablecloth, it will not turn red and develop white stripes!

In actuality nerve impulses and hormone changes cause the color cells beneath the chameleons skin layers to expand or shrink, this creates the colors and patterns that we see. Chameleons change colors and patterns as a form of communication, and in response to temperature, light, and mood.

The transience of their moods are reflected in their appearance.

Some days I feel like I am the BEST Mother in the world. I feel like I have got it down and I am positively radiant.

Sometimes that radiance is as transient as the leaves on a cherry blossom tree and I wonder if I will ever get it right, and hope no one ( especially not my own child) actually nominates me as the worst Mother of the year!

Mothers should have eyes like a chameleon, just a little less googly (we wouldn’t want people to stare). I think it would make life much easier. The eyes of a chameleon can rotate and swivel independently, enabling them to see almost a complete 360-degrees or observe two things simultaneously. If I had eyes like a chameleon, Noah would not have eaten some grass yesterday when I was trying to help Maggie fasten her shoe.

“There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child” – Erma Bombeck