The One with the First Day of School

A new chapter has begun in my little man’s life. Today was his very first day of junior kindergarten. Leading up to this day, I was very excited. I didn’t feel nervous at all. I couldn’t wait for today to get here! This morning, I started to feel a little nervous. I had so many questions and worries. What if he pees his pants? What if he doesn’t understand the teacher? (He’s taking French Immersion). What if someone is mean to him? But, it all flashed through my mind pretty quickly because I was back to being thrilled in no time.

Thankfully, he fully cooperated with getting ready this morning. Sometimes it can be a struggle! He is definitely a staller. But we made sure to wake up earlier than we had to, just in case. ;) At this point, he is accustomed to leaving mommy and daddy in the morning. He went to daycare for 3 years on a consistent basis so I wasn’t worried about his emotional attachment to us when it was time for us to part. I had faith that he would do just fine!

The walk to the school is only about 10 minutes, but it took 15 with the little guy. When we arrived in the playground, it was just packed. Chaos! With 5 kindergarten classes, plus teachers, helpers and lots of parents, there had to be 300 people! We had no clue what we were supposed to do. Eventually, I saw signs with teacher’s names, but I couldn’t find the one I was looking for. Eventually, we had to ask and we found his teacher. She seemed very nice and friendly and the ECE helper seemed like a sweetheart, as well. They spoke to little man all in French since daddy started the conversation, and he just stared at them. He doesn’t know any French at all!

We encouraged ti-loup (daddy’s nickname for little man) to play on the jungle gym while we were waiting but he seemed a little shy and stuck close to mom and dad. Soon enough it was time to enter the school. We weren’t sure if parents were allowed to join the kids because the majority left but we saw a couple parents follow their children inside so we decided to go, too.

It was really nice to be able to find him his hook that had his name on it. Something so little like that made it seem so much realer. I watched as he hung his backpack up and put on his indoor shoes. Two small things that he will do every single school day! I got a small peak at the classroom but I was so focused on little man that I didn’t get a good look. We said goodbye and he went to sit with the other kids. That simple. That easy.

I didn’t think I would cry. And I didn’t. But I was super close. It wasn’t that I was sad or scared but I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. I just can’t believe that he is old enough to go to school and seem so at ease with it, too. I was very proud of him!

Since I work night shifts, I needed some sleep, so that was the first thing I did with my “freedom” when I got home. It was nice to get a couple hours of sleep but I was getting very anxious to pick him up! When it was finally time, we met him at school and tried to pull some information out of him, which is a very difficult task. Even when I ask very specific questions, I don’t get any detail or he will say “I don’t know” or “I don’t remember.”

I was able to find out that he had a good day, at least. He said he had fun, which was great to hear. I asked him if he felt sad or scared at any point and he said, “no, just happy!” One thing that he did remember enough to tell us was that he didn’t like the “pink” girl. Pink referring to the colour of her shirt, since he doesn’t know her name! He said she pulled on his shirt and almost ruined it! But he really liked the “blue” boy. He was very nice and they played together in the playground. He also said he fell and hurt himself outside, but he put water on it and was ok!

I asked him what he did in class but I really couldn’t get much. I asked what he did and he said “everything!” So I tried to narrow it down. Did you colour? Did you play games? Did you read stories? Sing songs?, etc. But he said no to everything. Eventually, he finally said that he played toys and read stories. He also said he likes his teacher.

Tomorrow will be his second day and I’m excited for him! Hopefully the “pink” girl is nicer to him. ;)

xoxo, Tigritsa

The One with Chronic Pain

Hi there. :)

I have inspiration for this post because today was my last day at a job I had for 7 years. Even though it was the first word to come to mind, I’m not sure I can call it bittersweet. There are a few reasons I will miss it, but for the most part, I was very happy to be done with it. While I spent many years really loving my job in the beginning, in the last 3 years, I have had a really hard time with it.

Physically, this job has taken a huge toll on me. I am at a point where I am living in pain every day. I don’t think people realize how strenuous repetitive motions can be on your body. I strove to be the best I could be at my job. I put in my all. I never want to be that person that half-asses anything. Unfortunately, that meant putting my own health on the backburner, even if I didn’t know it at first.

I spent a year on maternity leave and my body must have really enjoyed the rest. When I returned to work, it didn’t take long for it to tell me that I couldn’t handle it anymore. With this job, an injury doesn’t just happen overnight and you are able to explain what happened. It’s a built up long process that happens over time. That’s what repetitive movement does to the body.

This job isn’t like other jobs where you can be put on limited duties like answering phones. I asked to be placed in areas where I didn’t have to reach high. But this job also has a lot of politics. They all want the best stuff. The areas that would be easier on my body are the most sought out. People showed a lot of jealousy, and that was hard to deal with. I was just thinking of my health but to everyone else, they only care about getting the best stuff. I know it’s hard to understand what type of job I could possibly be talking about but unfortunately, I cannot name it for privacy reasons.

My shoulder is what gave me the most trouble. I believe it is from reaching repetitively and for long periods at a time, something absolutely unavoidable at this job. I am in pain every day. Some days are better than others. The worst days, I would be in pain from the second I started work until the second I went to bed. And then I couldn’t get comfortable in my bed because I sleep on my side, and my shoulder couldn’t handle it.

Aside from the obvious pain that occurred while I was doing my job, this injury has really affected my home life too. Washing a dish is painful. Putting a dish away is painful. Carrying bags of groceries in hurts. I can only hold up my son for a very quick torturous moment because I want to keep holding on but I simply can’t. Holding out my arm to pass an item as light as a feather to another person gives me serious pain. I am limited for what I can do for activities in my personal life. Driving range, kayaking, rock climbing, etc. all requires reaching. Hell, it even hurts to take a selfie!

My wrist has also been through a lot. We have handheld devices at work which has left my wrist in pain every day. Just like my shoulder, it limits the things I can do. Sure, I can do things, but only with pain. It’s become a natural part of my every day existence. No one should have to live in pain. It’s brutal and terrible and half of the time, I want to cry because I’m hurting so much.

My knees and hips are in pain every day. I can’t walk far without pain. If I’m in a car too long, my knee locks up. On a long walk, I start limping. I get a lot of stiffness. My hip causes me shooting pain that almost knocks me off my feet. Even if I try to sit down or lay down, I’m crying out in pain from it. I feel like I could go on and on. At this point, it sounds like I’m a little old lady. I promise you, I’m not! I’m 28 years old living with chronic pain.

I’ve told some of my friends and family about my injuries but I feel like most people don’t really say anything or ask about them. My boyfriend and best friend know what I’m going through the most and I feel like they care. But I think unless you are also going through the same type of pain, you won’t fully understand how it feels and therefore, it’s hard to sympathize with. I know a lot of people think some people are milking their injuries or playing them up for whatever reason. That’s why it is hard for me to reveal my pain to many people. I don’t want people to feel bad for me or think I am just looking for attention. I just want to feel understood. When I say I can’t do something, I want people to get that and not question it. If I need to slow down, I don’t want to be judged for it.

Now that I am no longer working at my job, I hope to start feeling healthier. I hope I can get to a point where I don’t feel pain every second of the day. One thing that bothers me so much at my new job is when people say “oh you’re young, you’re healthy!” etc. but they have no idea. They are making an assumption based on my age. I don’t want to tell new co-workers all my problems so I basically just nod and smile but I am wondering if I should start talking about my pain more. I don’t want people to assume just because someone is young that they are healthy. I wish that were the case!

Even though pain in my shoulder, wrist, knees and hip are the norm for me right now, I think quitting my old job will slowly but surely help me mend. I was using my body in ways that were not healthy at all. Now, I do stretches every day to help my shoulder and I try to be realistic about the physical activity I can do, which is actually unrealistic for a mom! ;) I definitely cannot keep up with my son but I will do what I can!

It feels therapeutic to talk about my pain problems. I have other things I want to talk about but since this went so long, I will keep it for another day.

Until next time!

The One with the Online Identity

I had a random thought about 15 minutes ago to check out my old domain address, To my surprise, it was not registered. It was available. It felt strange. I knew what I had to do.

I have visited it over the years from time to time just to check in. A year after I decided not to renew the domain, a company that appeared to be Chinese, took it over. I wondered what they would want with a domain name like tigritsa, the Russian word for tigress. But alas, I could not figure out what their company was, since I couldn’t read the language!

I had fallen out of love with the blogging world and I thought, why pay for something that I am not using? However, after realizing someone had bought my old domain name, I instantly regretted letting it go. That was my identity. My website name. It had been mine from roughly 2002-2009, afterall.

And now it is mine again. Yes, even though I don’t blog anymore or have a website of my own, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to repurchase! Even if I never use it, I am at peace with that.┬áMy blog was my safe haven when I had no one to talk to when I was growing up. I feel like I just found a dusty box from the attic that had not been touched in ten years and found my favourite childhood teddy bear inside. I may not get much use from it but at least it makes me feel good!

With all that said, it is my hope to get back into building websites. I’ve said that a lot over the years and I hope someday I can stick to it. In the meantime, I’m just happy to be reunited with an old friend! It won’t break the bank anyway.

But shit, it was 99 cents!

Hell of a deal for one year. Here’s to hopefully using it!


The One with the Hellos

¡Hola! Guten tag! Hallo! Salut! Ni hao! Aloha!

I think I just exhausted every way I know how to say hello!

I have been toying with the idea of starting up a blog again after what feels like a lifetime away from the blog scene. I’m not sure where the inspiration came from but I have decided to give it another go. I haven’t had a blog since around 2007ish but here is my pledge to try to maintain it.

A quick introduction…you can call me Tigritsa. I am a working mom of an (almost) 4-year old boy, and 2 fur babies. They are the most important things in life to me. I am in a relationship of 5.5 years. I have so much love for animals. I am quiet, and shy. I’m a little bit of a nerd! I’m very family oriented. I’m sure you will learn a lot more about me from reading my blogs!


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