Monthly Archives: September 2015

Back To School

I have been back to classes for two weeks now. Two sessions of each class. Four days of daycare drop-off.

Four baby-free days.

This year feels different than last year. Last year, I was still so new to motherhood, so new to Isabel. She was a different baby, still unaware of the world around her. It was easy to pop her in the swing and lull her to sleep for 2 hours, or nurse while reading journal articles, or pop her down for tummy time while stitching word after word of an essay together. In comparison, it feels like I had endless amounts of time then.

Now, I have short windows of time when I can get any sort of work done. We’ve been working at it and have slowly built our way up to 2 hour nap times. We’ve been practicing independent play, in the hope that I’ll be able to snatch a little reading time while she’s distracted by other things. But, mostly, I take good advantage of Thursdays.

Oh, Thursdays. They are heavenly. On Thursday, I have no class, but we decided to send Isabel to daycare for the day anyway. Since I have two night classes, and therefore two less nights to work on assignments and readings, I knew that getting everything done with my now very active toddler would not be as easy as it was my first term, when I had the same arrangement. Thursdays are my rush-around-and-get-everything-done-that-I-possibly-can day.

It’s still early in the term, so at the moment, Thursdays are a day to catch up on life. I go for a run, maybe. I get dressed, properly. I go to campus. I work. I come home and clean or cook or both. I pick up Isabel and for at least one day of the week, I feel like our life is working.

Clothes on these days have taken on a whole new meaning for me. Suddenly, I have time to shower and dress properly, to blow-dry my hair and to put on real make-up if I want. I get to put on a real bra, a bra that doesn’t unclasp to allow for breastfeeding access. I can put on a dress that can’t be either pulled down or pulled up. I can wear earrings without fearing for my earlobes.

It’s freeing, this step back into my old clothes, my old self, if just for two days a week.

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Porch Update: Tickety-boo

Yesterday morning, a concrete truck pulled up in front of our house. As I snuggled and entertained Isabel before her daycare drop off, I watched them lug bucket after bucket of wet concrete into the trenches around the front of our house. Our footings are officially poured!

These footings are the whole reason this work has to be done. During the investigative period, our insurance company discovered that the porch had been built without proper footings at all. Had there been a permit for the work, this kind of mistake would never have happened to begin with.

Sometime today, or maybe Monday, we have our first inspection. We’re thinking happy thoughts that everything goes tickety-boo and that we’ve already had all the drama and difficulties we’re going to on this project.

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I ran a half marathon!

Remember a few weeks back I mentioned that I was maybe training for a half marathon, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to admit it because – let’s be real – I can’t run 21.1km? On Sunday, I proved myself wrong. I ran 21.1km. And I even ran them really well!

I don’t really know what to say about all my training this summer. It had it’s ups, but it also had so, so many downs. Back in April and May, right after I had finished my first year of school, I felt dedicated. I felt like nothing could stop me. Actually, I felt like I had nothing else to do, besides loading Isabel up in her stroller and hitting the trails with her. She would sleep, or sit happily and babble, watching the trees go by.

Then June hit and the busyness of summer with it, but I was still running fairly frequently, so I thought, “Ok, I can do this thing. This is the year. I will run a half marathon.” But in July I got tired and Isabel started changing. I felt like I had to run longer, like a short 5K wasn’t worth it. Isabel wasn’t so fond of those longer runs, getting fussier and unhappy being strapped for so long in her jogging stroller. So, I tried running in the evenings. Problem: by the time 7 pm comes around, I just want to collapse on the couch and rinse off the day with a couple episodes of, well, anything. But still, I said, “I’m going to do it. I will. I will.” And then August was hot and running even harder. “I’ll walk across the finish line if I have to,” I said.

On Sunday, I ran across that finish line. My results from the race tell me I ran it in 2 hours, 10 minutes, and 46 seconds, a respectable 6’12” pace. It was way better than I expected to do and I was so proud of myself as I rounded the corner and the finish line came into view. I have been talking about running a half marathon for year, and here I finally was, racing towards the finish line.

(Shout out to Casey from the Waffling Blog, who decided to run the race with me and whose encouragement totally helped me get across the finish line. I have to say, this was one of the coolest ways to meet a long-time blogging friend!)

Now that it’s over, I’m starting to think about what my next goal should be. I know I want to focus on speed rather than distance. Should I find a 5K or 10K race to keep me focused? Should I work on speed over the winter, and then return to distance training for another half next year? Should I just start running all the races I can find to keep myself moving forward? I haven’t decided yet. For now I’ll just let my blisters heal.

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Let’s Talk About Yesterday

I was so excited when they showed up and unloaded the mini excavator yesterday. Isabel and I sat in the front window and watched. I texted excited, terrible pictures of the orange machine to Mark at work. The first pile of dirt grew in front of our house and I started dreaming about our new porch. Two weeks, I thought. Two weeks to a new front porch.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, things didn’t go exactly as planned.

About two hours into the work, our tenant, who had been on her way to work, came to the front door. The sub-contractors doing the digging were scurrying into their truck. They hit a gas line, she said. They said they had called someone, she said. But maybe we should call someone too? I could hear the line hissing. I could smell the gas. Meanwhile, the workers disappeared in their truck down the street.


I called Mark, completely lost about what to do. He called the gas company for me, which advised me to stay in the house as long as I couldn’t smell any gas inside. Isabel was napping. I paced the house for half an hour waiting for the emergency crew from the gas company. Meanwhile, the head of our work crew returned and started stringing caution tape around our house. I stepped outside, waved him down and started asking questions. He refused to meet my eyes. He barely said a word to me, and when he did, it was to deny that there was any problem whatsoever. With caution tape all around our house, he took off in his truck again, leaving me and Isabel to deal with the problem.

It was a relief when the fire department showed up. At least our house wasn’t going to go up in flames anymore. And then, all the questions started. Because the people working on our house were sub-contractors, we didn’t actually have any contact information for them. I gave them all the information I had, but over and over, I had to tell people that I had no idea who it was working on our house. Over and over, I had to admit that we were likely being screwed over by the world of contracting. It sucked.

At one point, I spotted their truck. The sub-contractor drove past our house and kept going. I pointed him out, and one of the gas company guys took off after him. Meanwhile, a police officer – called in by the gas company – got in touch with our contractor to get the contact information for the sub-contractor. Slowly, things were coming together, puzzle pieces falling into place. The supervisor of the sub-contractor – who also turned out to be his son – showed up and took responsibility for the situation.

One of the major issues that came up during their investigation of the situation was whether or not a proper locate of the lines had been done before they started digging. We knew that the locate had been called in and that someone had come to do it – I had seen them doing the job weeks ago. But, any paperwork for it had disappeared, and it certainly wasn’t present in the backhoe as it’s supposed to be. Mark and our contractor managed to dig up the reference number for the locate request which told us the locate had never actually been completed. Even though they didn’t have the proper paperwork, our sub-contractors had started the work anyway: a huge no-no. And then, when they hit a line, knowing they didn’t have the right clearance, they panicked and just took off.

Work was supposed to continue today, but so far, I haven’t seen anyone. We have piles of dirt around our house, a huge hole at the bottom of our porch stairs, and a big (little) orange excavator parked in front, and nothing is happening. Our project is now delayed two days and my excitement about two weeks to a new porch is completely gone. But… this will all be done eventually, right?

Can I just add? Every time we use contractors, we end up with the police at our house. This time around we also got the fire department and about five gas company trucks.

We should just do everything ourselves.

(For all of you who are interested in how our neighbour handled all the commotion yesterday: he sat on our porch and watched our drama gleefully. So far, he hasn’t caused any drama himself, at least none that has affected the work on the porch.)

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The Front Porch

When we moved in, we knew our front porch was lacking. The railing was wobbly. The spindles were set too far apart. The supporting post – while stable – had a crack down the middle of it. The tiles were slippery, and the floor was leveled incorrectly, sending all the rain water pooling against our front door.

We did a few emergency repairs. We poured self-leveling concrete in the hopes of solving the water issues (we did, kinda, but mostly not) and ripped off the rotting steps and made fresh, new – but temporary – ones. We ripped out the ugly boarded up windows in preparation for new basement windows, Typar’ed the porch foundation and… ran into more problems than we really knew what to do with. For two years, our porch has sat in this state.

I’ll admit; it’s a little bit embarrassing. Sometimes, I worry that our house might be the worst house on the block, the one bringing down all the other property values. (It’s not. Still.) We’ve been stuck for so long at this point with the porch, I’m sure our neighbours assume we’ve run out of money, or got shut down for permit violation and can’t negotiate with the city to get our projects moving again.

In some ways, the latter is not untrue. Construction on our porch did get shut down by the city – 11 years ago. During the permit inspections for our previous renovation projects, our inspector informed us that, in 2004, a stop-work order had been issued to the owners of our house. Instead of dealing with the problem, they had slap together some final, shoddy details and quietly ignored the notice. Approximately 7 years later, they sold the house to us without disclosing the outstanding permit violation. In fact, they probably thought it was no longer an issue – they had stopped the work on it, after all!

But, the city doesn’t forget and now, here we are, 4 years into home ownership, and it’s up to us to fix their mistake. Fortunately, our lawyers hooked us up with title insurance. Title insurance ensures that if anything like this comes up after a real estate transaction, you’re not stuck with a huge, unexpected bill. They cover it, 100%.

Did you get that?

Our insurance is covering the cost of bringing our porch up to code, 100%. Since our porch was so poorly constructed, their assessment means we get a brand new porch for free. This thing that seemed like such bad news when we first heard about it suddenly seems like great news.

Now, we’re just waiting for our contractors to start. Because we’re choosing to rely on the professionals for this one, I’m hoping it doesn’t take forever, and that they stick pretty closely to the 2 week timeline they’ve promised us. But… contractors are notorious, right? We thought this project would start in June, but here we are, beginning of September, and the first waterproofing trench has yet to be dug. I trust it will get done and I cannot wait for a beautiful new porch, a space that’s safe for Isabel to play while we sit and drink coffee.

Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks.

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