Last week was seriously stressful. (See the blog entry below for details.) And when the going gets tough, the sorta-tough get going to the spa, provided there’s child care and a credit card and the possibility of a guilt-free hour or two on hand. (I highly recommend it. My wish for all of you is a gift certificate for a massage for Mother’s Day.)

Well, last week was quite a week. I got a call from my brother on Monday afternoon saying our dad was in the stroke clinic in Victoria General Hospital and was awaiting surgery for a severely blocked carotid artery. Talk about a heart-wrenching reminder of the preciousness of life. And I hereby welcome myself to the sandwich generation.

And the highlight of my weekend was... Yes, making pink pancakes. A friend told me about them after trying Jessica Seinfeld’s recipe and making them for her four-year-old daughter to great success. Not having Seinfeld’s cookbook, I naturally Googled “pink pancakes”, and boy was I surprised by some of the results. No, we are definitely not talking about the same pink pancakes as those referred to in the Urban Dictionary.