• Sisters

    Keeping up with the Joneses

    I have been thinking of our social standing recently and this is only something that has popped up on my radar since my daughter started school. We are a middle income family living a comfortable life. My husband is the sole bread winner by choice, we own our own home and employ someone three times a week to help with the cleaning. Compared to the majority of people in South Africa, we live a luxurious lifestyle. Luxury is relative though isn’t it? The Joneses My daughter goes to the most amazing pre-school. The teachers are exceptional and clearly love their job, the class and playground equipment is in pristine condition,…

  • The beginning of the end

    I reached a turning point today. It happened while I was at gym because what else is there to do while on a treadmill but re-evaluate your life am I right?? There I was, suffering but enjoying the workout and wondering why I wait so long between gym visits (I didn’t even make my 36 swipes last year. Bye bye 75% discount!) Lately I’v been feeling as if I am spreading myself too thin. By trying to do too much, I have been putting a half assed effort into everything. And that’s not me. I love my life. I have a husband who adores me, two kids who fill my…

  • My first experience with a Cyber Bully

    I had my very first negative social media experience on Friday. It happened out of the blue and caught me quite unawares. Even though it hasn’t upset me (that much), it has made me think a bit on how easy it is to bully somebody on social media. First some background I have been working on the #OneGrandFamilyChallenge since the beginning of May. Every week I meal plan and budget for all my families food needs (meals/lunchboxes/snacks/treats) and then each night I post of pic of what I made for dinner. This is done on Instagram and Facebook with an ingredient picture followed by the completed meal pic. There is…

  • An open letter to my mum in anticipation of Mother’s Day

    I am not an emotionally demonstrative person. For me personally, it is much easier to show someone how I feel through my actions as opposed to my words. However, if anyone deserves a public display of affection, it’s my mum. So I will attempt to put into words what I know I could never articulate in person. Mum, this is for you… I see you You have always been Mum. With the blindness and self centeredness of a child, I wasn’t truly able to see you as more than my parent until I myself became a mother. Now I see you; as a woman with a husband that you love…

  • Running on fumes

    It’s Easter Sunday. Instead of hiding and finding Easter eggs with our girls, I’m sitting in the car in the gym parking lot and hiding from the world. I need a timeout. I don’t have anything left to give. I’m tapped out. I need to be alone. This happens to me sometimes. I am an introvert. Socialising or spending any lengthy amount of time with people (even my own kids) without getting time by myself exhausts me. It physically, mentally and emotionally drains me to the point where I just break. Something gives way without warning and I find myself standing at the kitchen sink, that never seems to stay…

  • Back in my day…

    Tomorrow is my 34th birthday and I thought that now is as good a time as any to start acting like an old lady and list a few things that my kids will either laugh at or not believe from my childhood. Girls if you’re reading this, this is for you! Back in my day kids would walk to school Yep. They really did. From the age of 5, many kids would walk to school without adult supervision. No pepper spray. No gps tracking watch. Just a school bag and some friends. I knew of kids who would even carry a set of house keys because when they walked back…

  • The curious case of Girly

    I can’t remember when exactly it started but my daughter created an imaginary friend called Girly about two years ago. I feel like I’m spelling it wrong but that’s the least of my problems here! Anyway, when Girly first made her (non)appearance in our lives it was through phone calls on toy cellphones. The whole thing was very cute and she would tell Girly about her baby sister or what she did at school and the usual nonsensical kid stuff that’s super adorable. We would pretend to talk to Girly as well and it was all cool. Until Girly died. (What the hellllllllll?????!!!!!) I found out about poor Girlys untimely…

  • Be careful! You’ll fall!

    I don’t know about you but I say this a lot! At least 5-10 times a day. My eldest loves to pirouette and jump and dance like a jellyfish but her balance isn’t the best and she often falls hence The Warning. But I hate it. Here’s why… By saying ‘Be Careful! You WILL fall!’ I’m turning my warning into a fact. When I actually don’t know if she will fall or not. And even if she does, she may or may not get hurt badly. What I’m doing though is instilling a sense of fear in her. I’m making her doubt her ability when instead I should be encouraging…

  • Re-defining ‘Home’

    As a kid growing up, my home was always my safe haven. I was perfectly happy to head straight there on the last day of school instead of going to the movies or hanging out at a friends place. My bedroom was my happy place, with it’s cheery sunflower yellow walls and navy blue curtains. (This may sound like a weird combination but it was the color scheme for my cousins wedding and it’s gorgeous!) Nothing has really changed since then. I still love being at home with my family as opposed to going out. If I can stay in my PJs all day reading novels then that day would…