Back when I was in the trenches of early motherhood, the days with the demanding toddler, emotionally charged with raging emotions, and the tiny baby, the moving to a new country where I knew no one, those trenches, back in those days I used to look at women who had "stopped" having more kids and think… Continue reading The Evolution Of Motherhood
The day has finally arrived. After weeks of practicing and planning, and counting down of sleeps, tomorrow is finally the annual school 5-a-side soccer tournament. It's gonna be huge. The school caters for kids from 4 months old until matric (last year of high school). Everyone from the age of 3 up gets assigned teams of… Continue reading I Can’t Keep Calm, I’m a Soccer Mom!
When did the word 'competition' become a dirty word, not to be uttered for fear of being made to feel guilty for wanting more, or for fear of offending everyone? I read a post today that got me all fired up, enough to actually put my fingers to my keyboard and write this post. It was… Continue reading What Happened To Competition?
Wednesday evening was Parent's evening at the girl's school. No, I don't want a noddy badge for attending. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case often is, I was brought up to do what I'm told. That means that no matter how much I might roll my eyes, tut, or whine about having to attend something… Continue reading Parent’s Evening
Tuesday was not a good day. It felt like all I did was roll my eyes, tut and eventually yell at my kids. I have many reasons as to why, but in the spirit of positivity I won't dwell on them. I woke up yesterday and decided that I need to make it up to my girls.… Continue reading The Day I Said “Yes!”
In all the years I dreamed of being a mother, of raising a peace loving, respectable, intelligent, kind hearted child, I never realized so many other things would also be a reality. Here are a few of them: I never realized ... That by accidentally giving one child more chicken nuggets than the other that… Continue reading Skills Required To Parent
I originally took the photo in my featured image because as I went to tidy up their shoes left exactly like that, it struck me how different they are. At that exact moment I heard them laughing together in their shared bedroom. It was one of a million tiny moments in time where my heart… Continue reading My Daughters Are Sisters
I loved living in the UK. I was 19 when I got there and for the next ten years I loved most of my time there. I made awesome friends, traveled, learnt some invaluable life lessons, met my future-husband, lots of good things happened. And then some not so good things. And then we left. Before anyone… Continue reading Why I’m Glad We Left The UK
I recently overheard some dad's talking, and one of them told the others how he told his daughter to "Man up, Princess". I am still not sure how I feel about this phrase taken as it is, but I haven't been able to get it out of my head. To put it into context his… Continue reading “Man Up, Princess”
So this happened today: My youngest throws a tantrum at the gym during her swimming lesson. To see a 6" something giant swimming coach wrestle a 3 year old and loose to 'the plank', is quite something to behold! Anyway ... so we leave early. She refuses to change so we just run to the… Continue reading It’s Funny Now