Just when you think you’ve moved into a comfortable stage of life when no one is likely to start shrieking in the mall or make a sudden pee-puddle on the floor of the grocery store, a whopping dose of parental embarrassment will smack you in the face.
At this point, I don’t think there is anything more mortifying or unexpected than The Older Kid Tantrum.
We were going for our annual family flu shot date last week, and it’s always gone pretty smoothly. Our doctor is friendly and everyone chats as we roll up our sleeves, and then we get the needles one after another — from oldest to youngest. The littles get to choose a treat on the way out, and then it’s done. No biggie.
This year, though, I was nervous it wasn’t going to be so easy. You see, our eldest had a major freak-out — and that’s an understatement — when I’d taken him to get his five-year needles in June …
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)