Daffodils and Dog Shit: Weekly Praise and Shade

Daffodils to the organizations and activists fighting for Gaza, including The Palestine Children's Relief Fund linked here: https://www.pcrf.net/. if you’re feeling powerless to help but want to do something actionable, no matter how small.

Dog shit to Israel... always, til the end of time. An explanation isn't necessary at this point. Fuck Israel.

Daffodils to friends who help you raise your kids, cover your ass when you're running late to outdoor school pick-up, and instill Earth-conscious, human-loving values in their own kids. Having an aligned, supportive village is a breath of fresh air, especially in this dystopia.

Dog shit to parents who give their kid an iPhone, $300 dollar shoes, and an entitlement complex and call it a day.

Daffodils to my incomparable hubby who turned 40 yesterday, still makes me weak in the knees after all these years, and spent his birthday selflessly shovelling dirt and setting up the pool in our backyard. Today he's setting up the new BBQ I bought him. He's a champ.

Dog shit to the fact that our upcoming anniversary plans got smashed this year. I was really looking forward to some alone time (well, plus our baby girl). Such is life, though. Right now we're in the thick of things with the kids anyway, and we'll recoup that time eventually.

Daffodils to Whistler hikes for being so gorgeous and serene (even with kids). I kept making the kids take deep breaths to get that good mountain air.

Dog shit to the intense pain I felt at my c-section incision site afterwards... likely from overdoing it. It's been 6 months... how is that even a thing? Goddamn, this advanced maternal age postpartum journey has been wild.

Daffodils to a post-partum body that provides plenty of milk to my wee babe and is still desirable to my husband... who still chases me around the house like I'm a hot piece of tail, even when I'm pretty sure I'm an ogre.

Dog shit to my umbilical hernia, diastasis recti, and costochondritis—the last of which was mistaken for an anxiety attack or heart issue, but turned out to be just inflammation of the cartilage at my sternum. Did I mention my old AF postpartum body has given me a tough time?