Funny how some days you wake up and you just have a feeling it’s gonna be a fabulous day. Then you leave the house to meet people who seem hell-bent on ruining your day. Yip! Today is one of those days.
I’m not an angry person by nature and yes you do actually get those people hanging around our world. Angry with their life and everything that lives and breathes. However, I occasionally have a day like today when my pulse races, my heart feels it will burst and the teeth and toe clenching go into override. You’re probably thinking something awful has happened but no not really.
I don’t commit myself to anything unless I know I can fulfil my promise no matter how small. My mother has always said your word should be your honour and yes I expect the same kind of thinking from people who I make appointments to see whether personal or professional. You’ve been warned!
After making an appointment for a non-essential service I was livid to find the company had overbooked clients. Somehow I feel that they have this idea because you book a non-essential service you’ve got to be bored. I have one response for this I call it being unprofessional. So when I found myself sitting for half an hour without an explanation I seriously started to look like a blowfish. To further compound my simmering anger I felt my girls were not really welcomed. That to me is totally unacceptable. Nobody speaks to my girls like they’re a nuisance they are just children – my children.
I got to the point where I couldn’t hold my tongue a minute longer and gave an Oscar-winning speech. Then I started laughing on the inside when I got a scripted response. You know it if you’ve complained about customer services. They attempt to be calm but the attitude is tangible. “We really are sorry that you’re unhappy with our service, we are doing everything to get to you”. Which means complain all you want nothing is going to happen until we say so. Of course sorry is not to be confused with we’re wrong to treat you this way.
Needless to say I won’t be putting my big foot back here anytime soon but not before I let them know! So to all the beauty therapists, hairdressers and teeth whitening services please up your game because contrary to popular belief stay at home mothers don’t have all the time in the world.
It’s been said that a woman’s hair is her crowning glory. I beg to differ in the strongest way as far as my threads are concerned. I’m fed up with getting up each morning to see my untidy hive staring back at me like the byproduct of an invasion of angry bees. I tried to draw my husband into my hair debate for the umpteenth time but soon enough I realised it was a losing battle.
It was just over a year ago now that I was considering going natural and abandoning my chemical lifestyle. That didn’t happen and after applying that poison to my hair once again I vowed I wouldn’t bother to consider the options again.
Well for some strange reason I’ve found myself at that crossroad of a hairy situation seriously considering returning to my roots. Though I fear what they may be like because it’s been nearly a lifetime ago that I altered my natural hair. My husband in true husband style reassures me that I’ll be beautiful no matter what I decide. I’m afraid his sweet talk will remain just that. This is the kind of decision only I can make. I’ve been having a series of conversations in my head and I’m now trying to figure out how much of my concern boils down to plain old vanity.
There are so many amazing products on the market and I can’t help but feel the need to use them. I’m just annoyed with myself for giving this so much thought but it isn’t exactly something which would go unnoticed. I know I’m not alone in this I just wish I didn’t care!
After far too many late nights I found my body was just not able to keep up with my continual attempt to deprive it of much-needed sleep. I guess there comes a point in a person’s life where the need for action can no longer be avoided. Today was that day for me!
While trying my hardest to stay awake in the middle of the day I found myself being dragged towards that magical place called Forty Winks. If you’ve ever found yourself on this journey I’ve no doubt you’ll be aware of the steps you take to avoid this somewhat unavoidable situation. There’s the big sigh followed by an attempt to sit upright, the disapproving nod at yourself and several long blinks. If you’re a regular at this then you know the only way to avoid this completely is to get up and walk away.
I’m not complaining about my cheeky naps just the disorientation that follows. If you’ve lived through this or rather slept until this, this is what happens to me and I’d like to think I’m not alone. First it’s the horror of failing to avoid the nap trap, the panic of being unsure of the time of day and of course in my case it would be the overwhelming fear that my children have got up to rather dangerous antics while I’ve been locked in a mini coma. It takes a few minutes to realise I’m in a safe place. The best part for me is feeling totally reinvigorated and I’m now ready to continue this self-abuse by planning another late night. Somehow I feel this will not be my decision to make if Mr. Sandman comes a knocking and I go a nodding.
Counting sheep is so overrated!
Last week I woke up to my roommate saying, "I need to polish my boots". Immediately memories came flashing back of a mother saying, "Seriously Roxanne, you cannot go to school with your shoes looking that way... you better polish them". That sentence felt like punishment growing up! Just like a few others... "Make me and your dad a cup of tea", "You better sort those dishes out before you sleep"...
So this weekend that one special day that you’re guaranteed from the day of your birth arrived…my birthday! I never really know what to expect from my birthday with each year but this year I’ve seen the most excitement in the run up than I can remember for a long time. I attribute this to my three offspring who for the first time have all become aware that birthdays mean presents and all round good times.
Being a mother means that my celebration is largely planned around the needs of my young kids. So a trip to the park with friends of ours and an afternoon at the fun fair was just the perfect day for them which prompted me to ask if they were enjoying my party. The look on their faces was priceless when they suddenly realised they were the only ones enjoying the rides. Needless to say their guilt lasted less than a minute.
I often wonder what other grown ups do on their special day. Is there an unwritten law that requires you to go out and party or do people largely go about their daily routine? I suspect it’s the latter. After seeing the joy my special day provided for those close to me I think I might make an effort for the next one. I have a whole year to plan so no excuses from me.
If it’s your special day enjoy it. Crown yourself king or queen for the day because it is your very special day!
This morning Arsenal fans woke up still reeling from their latest sale that of the super talented Robin van Persie (now referred to as Mr.Pursestrings). The buyers woke up with a totally different view. Manchester United now see themselves a step closer to winning more silverware and to accomplish that they’ll do whatever it takes. I do not wish to be van Persie when he arrives at the Emirates playing for the opposition who also happen to be fiercest rivals.
I woke up this morning and tried to see things from the player’s side. If football is now regarded as a profession then shouldn’t players have the right to go where their needs are met. The success of a footballer is determined by the silverware they have. So far Arsenal have not delivered and I think it’s unfair to start hating a player just because he has made a professional decision and yes those decisions always involve money just ask any professional. You don’t hang around your job just because you like your office.
Now as far as the management of Arsenal go I think they seriously need to reconsider what their function is in the premier league. I’ve long-held the view that Mr.Wenger has failed to evolve with the modern game and he and management somehow want to be applauded for not spending like other clubs. Wake up Arsenal! This is not an academy it is a top league and the time has come to start competing. Unless these changes start taking place Arsenal will soon find themselves just fighting to stay in the league.
I propose that Arsene Wenger gets given his marching orders. While he is not in charge of the purse I don’t think I can put myself through another season of watching his downcast defeated self, shaking his head incessantly on the line. His post match interviews are absolute drivel and do not inspire. As a Gunners fan of many years I feel the light slowly fading and I’m not prepared for a season of excuses.
Being a mother really calls for a shift in your thinking. You are almost forced to go from selfish to selfless. You realise very quickly that very little of your life and particularly your time now belongs to little people who depend on you to keep them safe and above all to make them happy. Motherhood is a multifaceted occupation whether you’re a stay at home mother or a working one the job description is exactly the same. Being a mother of three means finding very different ways to please personalities that are poles apart.
I’m not sure when Luke came into our lives or indeed how he came to have this name but nevertheless I came to know his importance a couple of nights ago when Gemma my five year old announced between muffled sentences and crocodile tears that she’d left him at the mall. Up until this point I had never really had a child cry over a lost toy. My response was simple there are plenty other toys choose another one. I was told in no uncertain terms that nothing else was like Luke and she needed him. To silence her at least for the night I told her we’d return to the mall to look for him.
Morning arrived after a incident free night and I was greeted with a ” Good morning mom don’t forget we’re going to look for Luke today”. At this point I really wanted to set the record straight about why I insist they don’t cart their toys to the mall and why they should take responsibility when things go missing. I didn’t say what I really felt because nobody likes to hear “I told you so”during a crisis. This was a crisis!
True to my word (though I had hoped it would be forgotten) I went back to the mall to look for her animal and fortunately for me I’d only visited three stores the day before. After a trip to lost and found without any luck I announced we’d be replacing Luke. Gemma was horrified because you see Luke was no ordinary lion he’d been registered on a website and she was now explaining she couldn’t register another Luke. I’m looking at her and wondering what happened to just writing your name on the tag of your toy. I had a lightbulb moment and told her she could register him as Luke2. She loved the idea. Game, set and
match I can’t believe I’ve pulled it off!
Next stop the toy shop I pick up a brand new lion and can’t believe he costs a measly two pounds and I’m wondering why have I wasted my precious time looking for the smallest of toys. Of course the answer is obvious because this jaunt around the mall proves to her that what’s important to her no matter how small is important to me too because her happiness matters!
Luke2 is home and is settling in well with the regulars. I can’t help but feel sorry for him because he will never leave this house not if I can help it!
After months of dragging my big feet I finally took that long-awaited trip to the market to get knitting needles and wool for my girls. After seeing one of their friends knitting they’ve been dying to try their hand at a new craft. I had finally run out of excuses and we brought the loot home.
It’s a fact that there are some things in life that will never come naturally to us. It may take a lifetime to learn a new craft. On my own admission I’m really good at some things which in the real world count for very little like doing puzzles, colouring pictures and my favourite rollerblading! Sadly knitting brings back memories of serious under achievement along with her ugly stepsister sewing!
Funny how a simple thing like wool and needles can make you feel inadequate. I remember so clearly being in the bottom of the needlework class and being one of those who was asked to knit a cat and sew a wrap around skirt both of which looked awful. Then just while trying to cope with being an absolute failure they introduce embroidery and some kind of candle-wicking. Talk about kicking a dog while it’s down.
Children are so amazing as I began to cast on to make who knows what they were like a well-trained choir each of them singing my praises. At that moment I couldn’t help but feel it would’ve been a whole lot better if I’d been given some positive reinforcement at school just for trying. I guess trying is not always worthy of applause especially when the top dogs keep delivering. Needless to say the minute I could drop it out of my subject choice…I did!
So a new day has dawned and I’ve had several orders for blankets for horses, scarves for dogs and shawls for bears hopefully this barnyard of toys will be warm this winter. Perhaps the time has come to add a little bit of excellence to my mediocre knitting after all there is no pressure now and it would seem I’m the top dog – for now anyway!
Growing up Sunday lunches followed by a desert was the order of the day. I must admit when Sunday rolls around I often wish I could somehow be transported to my mother’s dinner table which always seemed to be so well thought out. Perhaps it’s the years of routine that have made her the master that she is.
My Sunday’s never seem to have enough pre-lunch hours to prepare a meal fit for royalty. Try as I may I just don’t seem to be capable of pulling this particular rabbit out of my hat or perhaps it’s just for lack of trying. So I’ve replaced the family tradition completely by carting my family off to eat out and I’ve no doubt that they enjoy the outing. My only concern now is that my girls will either see me as extremely lazy mother or somebody who breaks the mold when it comes to tradition. I seriously hope it’s the latter.
I decided twelve years ago after I married that my new name would bring with it new ways of doing everything. Later having kids also called for further review. So from Sunday dinners, bedtime routine and insisting my kids sleep in pyjamas would not be part of my scheme. I’m still seriously contemplating allowing my girls to eat dessert before their meals but perhaps that may be a bridge too far. Who knows it may just improve their appetites!
Family traditions are wonderful but it’s even more wonderful if you can create new ways of doing old things! In my case it’s just important that my girls get to eat!
We are now into the third week of the summer holidays and I’m loving it! I must admit though some days I wish I could send my girls off on an adventure on their own whilst I vegetate but if wishes were horses beggars would ride. I’ve been watching most of the Olympic games on telly and my daughters are quite fed up with all the channel hopping. I’ve tried to make amends by getting more craft activities than they know what to do with. So all is well at the moment.
My late nights are being followed by equally late mornings and quite honestly the only reason I eventually drag myself out of bed is because I have a nagging episode from my girls which usually includes sentences like “if we don’t get breakfast now mom we’ll die” and at that point I have no option but to feed my offspring!
Contrary to popular belief lazy days don’t just happen you have to actually plan them. This usually means a trip to the shops to avoid that terrible experience of finding out the milk has miraculously evaporated during the night or somehow the refrigerator got really thirsty. If you had thoughts of a lazy day it ends right there for me anyway because what’s a morning without coffee?
Today is not a lazy day for me since it involved a trip to the post office besides it is one of the warmest days we’ve had for a while. So I’m hanging about waiting for the weather to cool down and then a trip to the park with the girls so if a lazy day is declared tomorrow they’ll have very little reason to complain! It’s a win-win situation.
Don't think so? Think again. Every one of us, whether or not we realise it, has numerous spheres of influence that we can use to make a difference.
The Ripple Effect…
Every day, the conversations and knowledge we share are passed on to others. Every time someone talks about human trafficking, the message will resonate with someone else, who will then tell someone else, who will then tell someone else… until the message reaches someone who is in a position to spot an incident of human trafficking and respond to it.
Last night the world stopped to watch as an overly charismatic Usain Bolt of Jamaica took to the starting blocks at the London Olympics for the men’s 100m final. While he happens to be the fastest man in the world (for now!) over 100m I’m not entirely sure that his overly dramatic antics are necessary at the start of the race. Surely he should conserve some of that energy for his winning celebration. I think it would also do him well to realise that no athlete is unbeatable and surely his day will come and all of his shenanigans will seem ever so slightly over the top.
Step forward Ryan Bailey of the united states of America he could teach Bolt a thing or two. Though he managed to finish 5th in that sprint off he immediately started trending on Twitter not only because he was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen on the 100m starting blocks but because he didn’t use the introduction of the athletes to the crowd as a personal stage and to show off like a teenager in a fast car! Cool, calm and collected and perhaps that is the kind of behaviour I expect from a world renowned athlete not behaviour fit for a wrestling match.
A new week begins at the Olympics after a rather spectacular weekend for the host nation who were collecting gold medals like seashells.
Oscar Pistorius of South Africa aka the blade runner won the hearts of many as he took on able-bodied athletes in an attempt to contest the 400m finals. Though he didn’t qualify for the finals he certainly was a wonderful reminder that different doesn’t necessarily mean incapable and that is what the Olympics should be all about.
So last night we decided to go to a public screening of the swimming. I must admit I was seriously amped to witness another potential gold medal for South Africa so I shouted for Chad and clapped all the way through and had to kind of mute my enthusiasm when I suddenly felt all eyes on me. Hello gold medal number two.
Bert le Clos has become a bit of a hero himself after his son Chad le Clos had beaten the American favourite Phelps in the 200m butterfly. His post swim interview has been dubbed as the best Olympic moment so far. I watched the interview this morning and that dad was filled with pride and unbridled emotion. He and his son brought a certain amount of realness to the Olympics no scripted, fake responses just joy and adulation.
Today is a new day at the Olympics and there will be joy, disappointment and a range of emotions but daddy le Clos will be the beaming one bursting with pride as it should be. I couldn’t be happier!