GRATEFUL HUMANS : JANUARY

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


As cheesy as it sounds, adopting an attitude of gratitude has really helped me lead a more mindful, intentional life this month. Just stopping to smell the roses and taking pleasure in every moment, however big or small has left me feeling truly appreciative of the life I have. We exist in such a comparative society, sharing so much of ourselves online, its so easy to fall into the “she has a better life than me” trap.

I JUST CANNOT DEAL

Wednesday, January 18, 2017


I always type the title of my blog posts last. Mostly because I never really know where my mind will carry me. At first I titled this post “What it means to raise a girl in South Africa”. Then I changed it to “How to raise a feminist”. Then I changed it once again to “Raise your daughter to feel empowered”. Basically, I know what I want to say; I just don’t know how to say it well. So stay with me here.

I NEED HELP

Thursday, January 05, 2017


Let me paint the scene:

The toddler is mid-way through an epic, toe-curling tantrum.
Said tantrum has woken the baby.
I’m in tears, covered in sweat (hello summer) and smelling like a mixture of garbage and the Dove I liberally sprayed all over my body to cover the garbage smell.
Regan is at work.
My mom/backup life support is busy.
There is no one around.
Oh I forgot to mention… I need to wee.

Sounds pretty familiar right? I know that I am not the only mom that often feels like she is drowning (literally DROWNING) under the weight of parenting and household responsibilities. We try to do everything… raise well adjusted kids, be amazing wives, cook healthy meals, manage our household, rock the pants off our careers and when we struggle, we shut up about it.

Why does “I need help” feel like the hardest sentence for any mom to say? Why does taking time out for ourselves leave us riddled with guilt? The other day I was in the shower and Gracie was crying, Regan was with her but I felt so flippen guilty that I rushed through the process, didn’t wash my hair and ended up putting on my pj’s before I even allowed myself the luxury of drying off my body properly.

It’s pure insanity.

In my heart I know that I cannot be all the things I strive to be (mom, wife, homemaker, career boss, nice person) without taking enough time for myself. It’s the one thing I find so incredibly difficult to come to terms with. And I know I am not alone.

After watching the movie, Bad Moms, I realised that I need to get better at this. My kids will not suffer if I am not around 24/7. They won’t turn into criminal drug abusers if I take a 2 hour bath occasionally. They won’t suffer a developmental crisis if I don’t read to them every single night.

It’s totally fine to love myself as much as I love my kids and my partner. Say it with me now: IT’S OK TO LOVE MYSELF AS MUCH AS I LOVE MY KIDS AND MY PARTNER.

Let's start making our happiness a priority, because frankly, if we're not ok, no one is. Ok, I'm off to soak in the tub. By myself. Without an audience. 
  
Peace out Queens!


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