So, it’s been SEVEN whole days since I’ve posted something and it’s not because I forgot about you. It’s just because I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to blog about. Seriously.
I’ve been through my harddrive and for a long time, I’ve been wanting to post old content & when I say old, I mean that it’s content that I created when I was applying for a job. So, for a lengthy post, see below & I hope you enjoy 🙂
With age comes great responsibility right?
I’m pretty sure there is a quote somewhere like that.
NO – I lied, it’s more like “With Great power comes great responsibility” , but whatevs right?
So, I’m officially 26 (it was totes o-fish on my birthday) and this year (even though it’s only Jan The Man) has been quite revealing (not like in a sex porn way).
Lots of odd ball things have been happening, like how I’m saying “totes” LONG AFTER that ship has sailed #ishthemish
I can whistle – I could never whistle, only pursed my lips together for kissing #duh
The fact that I am ALWAYS HASHTAGGING like some fuckin professional #hashtagstopit
I sing…..like all the time, and I reckon that I’m pretty damn good. Not like Idols or some kak, just like infront of a crowd, karaoke bar, only good singer there kinda thing #thaniahendricks #mrsshaf #isthatshafssurname #yournewone #theoldmissjaffer
I’m comfortable, like right now. And happy. And, if you know me, that is super kak rare, like for me to be just completely happy.
Men – I was stuck on one for awhile, and then he likes my FB status, and I was just like “Bra, why? Like no, please, just stop it kanala”
I talk with the intent to listen, mind you, I am talking to myself so ya, there’s that
I am so over this baby bullshit drama
I know – like what I wanna do, and how I am going to do it, and it’s not the fairy princess kak I dreamt about 6 months ago, it’s some downright viable shit that is ON POINT #ishthemish #sayitbitch
Bi-cha-cho is my new word – I be greeting bitches like “Whats’s Up Bichacho?” #reeniepeenie
With all of this revealings and what not, I feel lighter (no, not in a “I’m not fat” way)- I just feel like I finally fuckin know. Like at 26, I’m up in here knowing kak.
(imitating a sturvy white girl – you know who I’m talking about) “Like, I’ve been so totally lost and like, uhh, I’ve finally found myself. And, like, I’m so, like totes haps man. Like totally.”
P.S I just re-read this blogpost like totes 50 million times.
Have a GREAT day peeps!!!!!!
I don’t know how many parents face the issue of “bonding” with their child/children, no matter the age.
There is always something to do, and somewhere to go.
God forbid if we leave our miracles glued to the TV screen while we hop into the shower or go to the bathroom, inevitably, NEVER alone.
Where does one find the balance? Let’s break down a seemingly “normal” day;
- Wake Up
- Get everyone and everything prepped (don’t forget, at this point, you’ll be a sweaty mess and will probably need ANOTHER shower)
- Go to work
- Get home
- Make supper
- Make sure the kids are sorted and homework is done OR make sure your baby/toddler is fed and watch them to make sure they don’t accidently electrocute themselves
- Get kids off to bed
- Clean kitchen/bathroom etc
Then, it’s time for a cup of tea, which one would assume is relaxing when in actual fact, just reminds you of ALL the things you still have NOT done
- Your “shower me-time” (you’ll spend most of your shower hoping and praying the kids don’t call you)
And that’s it! Well, except for ONE last run through, just to make sure you have everything sorted.
Now, God bless your soul if you wake up tomorrow morning and don’t need to run around and look for shoes, because “Mommy, I can’t find my school shoes!”
You can only hope and pray that one day you’ll have it all done and dusted and can just relax and possibly hit that snooze button more than once. An extra 5 minutes really does make a difference!
To all the parents out there who have it sorted. You work, clean, iron, do washing, make supper and STILL spend enough time with your child, I say congrats! I don’t know how you do it, I don’t know where you get the strength/energy but I applaud you, we all applaud you.
Here’s to a future of busy parents, loving homes and loved kids!
“Kids are like farts, you like your own but not others’”
I know many soon-to-be-parents, old timey parents, newbie parents and singeltons are faced with this issue. How do you, not so much as discipline, more “control” another’s child/children?
Parents nowadays are quite new age and modern, choosing the homeopathic, organic way of life. Only the best for my angel, right? They’ve got all these rules, do’s and don’ts set in place, which makes it a thousand times worse for us, as babysitters, to “entertain” the little rugrats.
- DON’T put my child in front of the TV
- DON’T feed them sweets
- DON’T feed them processed/junk food
Really parents? What do you think our plan was? To sit around a fire and chant mantra’s the entire day?
I know that many believe the only way to babysit a child is by setting a firm, high and repetitive standard of the word NO!
- NO don’t touch my china tea set
- NO don’t put your feet there
- NO don’t touch EVERYTHING
Really babysitter/s? Kids are immune to NO. It’s like a joke, say NO one more time and watch them defy you, and laugh, LOUDLY!
Kids have NO barriers and just LOVE pushing our buttons!
I believe one can be relatable to a child WITHOUT becoming “it’s” friend, someone to joke with and in essence, someone who is never taken seriously. – We NEED to be taken seriously
Remember our parents always told us, “treat someone the way you would want to be treated” – well, I believe the same goes for the little “angels”.
Treat them with respect and be kind, nice, and if it’s not too much to ask, be polite (and firm), and just MAYBE (this is a HUMONGOUS maybe) they’ll behave their little behinds and listen.
Now, looking after a child is never going to be easy, there will be times (many of them) when the only logical thing you can think of is to pull your hair out and bang your fists through a wall- but wait, there is always ONE surefire way to get the little love monkeys to leave you alone…..hats off to Philo Farnsworth, the man who created the television!!!!!
That’s it folks, that’s all I have…..nothing more, and nothing less.
Common sense: Handle a child with respect, they are after all just tiny human beings 🙂
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