Infrequent musings of a meandering mind

I don't.  Not that that is actually a secret, it's actually just the obvious answer that most people fail to assume. There are many emotions that I could feel when it comes to the perception that many people seem to have of me. The perception that I am somehow amazingly strong, organised and energetic to be able to keep as many proverbial balls up in the air as I do. But the problem with this perception, despite the bragging rights I could have from it, is that it's based on a false narrative. Because while my life is very busy, I don't manage to keep all those balls in the air. They often crash around me, with resounding reverberations that stumble my steps and haunt my thoughts. Of the range of possible emotions to feel, the ones that stand out from the sounds of crashing, are shame and embarrassment. Because I am a fraud. I am not some “Wonder Woman” or “Supermom” who balances work and life with grace and aplomb. Like most working moms, I live with the

Christmas took on a new meaning when my daughter was born in October 2015. Aside from rediscovering the magic of Christmas through the overwhelming love poured out for my Eliana, being on maternity leave and having the time available, I decided to do something to commemorate our first Christmas as a family of three. We opted to buy biggish baubles, some ribbon, paint and glitter glue and made personalised Christmas baubles, with El's one bearing the imprint of her tiny foot. When Christmas rolled around again the next year, I just happened to see a post for making an ornament that doubled as a craft and keep sake and so El's hand- and footprints were again used to create something festive. This year when the Christmas spirit started stirring inside, I opted to look for toddler friendly crafts so that my little one could participate a little more actively. The results from the first year of this tradition I searched through a few ideas and eventually settled on Tin Fo

You make posts on your own page like a normal person. Then when the subject pertains to parenting, you become an opinionated, ready-to-fight-over-anything sanctimommy... In my experience, Mommy Groups seem to bring out some rather extreme characters. To be fair, I suppose the same could be said for other types of Facebook groups. But either way, it almost seems like normal rules of conduct and courtesy cease to apply for many users. When browsing through the discussion threads on a mommy group, the things you read might not seem too odd. Until you start to think about how similar types of posts and comments would look out of the safe haven of the mommy realm and posted out in the open for all to see.  So here are a few examples of common issues and observations from the mommy group realm, but related to more everyday things. Take from this what you will; whether it is a knowing chuckle (or face palm), the horror that accompanies the realisation of your own poor or outlandish