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highlyirritableJeni Marinucci is a freelance writer with two children. She has a guilty conscience, a love for humour, and a questionable home-haircut. After her children were old enough to make their own sandwiches, she returned to University to complete her B.A. in English Literature—a designation which has provided her with an extensive library and crushing student loans. When no teaching college wanted her, she had to choose between taking orders through a drive-thru window or from an editor. She chose the latter. Her neighbours wish she would cut her lawn. Jeni blogs at highlyirritable and can be found on Twitter at @highlyirritable. – See more at: http://www.yummymummyclub.ca/users/jeni-marinucci#sthash.Q7S46aDe.dpufJeni Marinucci is a freelance writer with two children. She has a guilty conscience, a love for humour, and a questionable home-haircut. After her children were old enough to make their own sandwiches, she returned to University to complete her B.A. in English Literature—a designation which has provided her with an extensive library and crushing student loans. When no teaching college wanted her, she had to choose between taking orders through a drive-thru window or from an editor. She chose the latter. Her neighbours wish she would cut her lawn. Jeni blogs at highlyirritable and can be found on Twitter at @highlyirritable. – See more at: http://www.yummymummyclub.ca/users/jeni-marinucci#sthash.Q7S46aDe.dpuf

King of the Castle

It’s his neighbourhood; we just live in it

My last post was about the state of my backyard after the long and crappy winter 2013. This post, to shake things up a bit, will be about my front yard. (I am all about variety here at highly irritable.)

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Spring Melt

This was my backyard about a month ago. We had an ice storm here in Ontario just before Christmas and along with losing power for a few days over the holidays, we also lost a lot of tree branches. My

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Puppy Days

We are just into our second month of dog ownership here and by all accounts it’s going better than I had expected. Harlow is sleeping through the night – a feat my 10 year-old son has not yet achieved –

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Unpaid Internships and Work for “Exposure” are the New Barrel Suit

I am looking for work. When I am looking for work, looking for work is my work. I send the kids to school, fire up the computer, and then I go online in search of employment suitable for my experience

Baby Cry Analyzer

Wherein I Solve 94% of Your Baby-Related Problems

This baby is crying because:  a) he hates baths; b) the water is too hot; or there’s a drain-plug jammed in his soft parts Babies cry. Sometimes they cry a lot, and sometimes for seemingly no reason. You’d think that

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What fresh hell is this?

She’s already throwing some serious shade, so yeah; I think she’s gonna fit in here just fine. [Other stuff: I’m doing a bit of a blog re-vamp here at highly-irritable. I’m changing stuff up – a spring cleaning of sorts

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Hell just froze over.

In other news, we are getting a dog. (To be fair there was no “first” news posted here which would indicate what is to follow actually counts as “other” news, but you’ve probably got a lot going on in your

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Birthday Gift to Myself

* This post was originally published last year on MamaPop, soon after my 40th birthday.  I just turned 41 on Valentine’s Day and I think I need a refresher. Maybe you do, too.  I turned 40 recently, and it was

Raising Happy Kids

How Not To Be A Terrible Parent

Parenting is hard, and as I am finding out fifteen years in, it only gets harder the longer you do it. If you’re the parent of a newborn baby, may I first say “Congratulations!” But then this:  I am sorry

Singing lessons

Pitch Not-Quite-Perfect

Singing is something I have done forever. I’d rather sing it than say it, so everyone please take a moment to thank the universe that I don’t have a video blog. I am a decent singer, and while I wouldn’t