As Christmas draws closer I’ve found myself reflecting on the last 4 years of Christmases. We have done some crazy travelling and have spent Christmas in 3 different countries in 4 years with this year being a real Zambian Christmas, with all the frills.
House hunting sucks balls!! The idea of it is delightful, the reality of it is awkwardly wondering around other peoples homes wondering what the etiquette is on opening the cupboards or lifting up the carpets to see what the floors are actually like. It’s all awkward. I don’t like strangers wondering my house and I don’t like wondering around strangers homes. The big, fake, cheshire smiles and nodding of heads and saying “mmmm” until you feel like you’re in a margarine commercial, all the while ferociously (but inconspicuously) pinching the husband in secret code whenever he is in arms length and then the inevitable, dreaded last words…. So do you like it? *insert eager puppy dog eyes* desperate to hear you approved of their choice of furnishings and then the old “yes, I love what you’ve done with the place! It’s… So…. *eyes dart to husband in desperation*… Charming…?” That sigh of relief as you drive out the gate all the while making sure you don’t lock eyes with the husband until you’re out of view because you know you’ll both pack out laughing. It was fun for about a day… Now it just sucks balls!
Quick question, when is it okay to talk about killing or physically assaulting your child? Seems like an easy answer, doesn’t it? If so, then why do I regularly see these kinds of statements being flaunted around parenting pages on Facebook and heard coming out of parents mouths.
Everytime I read another one of those ‘Breast Wars’, ‘Birth Wars’, ‘Mommy Wars’, type articles I can’t help but roll my eyes. Roll, roll, roll.
Yes, partly because I am a believer in all things natural and wonderful like breastfeeding, natural birth and mothers being at home with their kids as much as possible but also because I’m like “Whats the big friggin deal? Why are we so desperate for approval?”
Anyone who has lost a loved one can probably relate to this. Sometimes days and weeks can go by without that feeling in your stomach and then one day, out of nowhere, while you’re in the middle of an awkward pose as you try to shave your legs in a ‘quick’ shower, their face comes to mind and you feel your stomach tighten.