FILTHY TURKEY

I’ve had the same best friends since grade 9.  The three of us have maintained a tight bond; following one another through high school and university and now living within an hour of one another.  It’s a tight little family we have created with love and determination. One thing I have been lucky to learn…

MANAGING THE CHAOS: WHAT’S A MOM TO DO?

Forgive me followers, for I have slacked. It has been three weeks since my last blog post. What has befallen me is a deadly combination of kindergarten (in 17 days I have already received 8,000 school emails – one of which informed me of FUCKING LICE in the classroom and another alerted me to whooping…

FAMILY HABITS

Remember when Ma told you to bring out the “toast bread” or grab the batteries from the fridge? While every family is different, each is guaranteed to come with a laundry list of wonky shit you never even realized was odd until you moved out and had a family of your own; then suddenly you…

WHAT WOULD DADS DO?

While we can’t disclose any of the details quite yet, we wanted to write a little post to prep you for a v exciting announcement that we are poised to make in the coming weeks. It’s an announcement that signifies a changing day in our careers. An announcement that legitimizes the insane amount of work…

SCHOOL LUNCH (WT-actual-F)

Over-stressing about the unknown and attempting to slay each stage / milestone (including, but not limited to “back-to-school”) is the bane of every mother’s existence. But remember back in the day when you were anxiety-ridden about all the newborn stuff? Do you also remember how the simple remedy was to step back, relax, and not…

RM GUIDE TO THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

It’s common knowledge that we value the shit out of our community and ask for their input on a regular basis… so why not have The Veteran Rebels weigh in on all the essentials you need to buy / shit you need to know before sending your precious spawn off to school for the first…

ERRR, WHO EVEN AM I ANYMORE?

Yesterday Otis and I got up early and went for a walk and travelled to the market. My husband came home to a wife wearing an actual outfit with sexy underwear, makeup and straightened hair. My eyebrows were plucked, teeth flossed and nails were polished. There was dinner in the oven, a sliced up baguette…

I’M TRYING

Written by Meg Broadbent *  “I’m not pregnant.” It’s a phrase I’ve gotten used to saying lately, especially in texts to my husband. Tonight, I texted the same phrase to a few girlfriends, the ones who are in the know, who wait with me each month, eagerly awaiting day 28 when I’ll wake up in…

AN ADULT TANTRUM STORY

90% of the time, I‘m chill. It’s a little skill I’ve acquired via birthing and raising a child but also, spending obscene amounts of money on scented candles, listening to 70’s rock albums, and smoking weed. My friends would likely describe me as the “patient mom,” and I will proudly admit it’s something I consciously…