Monthly Archives: May 2013

The world is a scarier place today

Like many of you, I am sure you are shocked and horrified about what happened in Woolwich, UK today.  That something that barbaric could happen in broad daylight and in a suburban area sends chills down my spine.

But what also shocked me was watching the footage of one of the killers talking to a bystander and asking them to record his message.

The fact that he is not trying to hide his appearance or the fact that he has bloodied hands and is still holding on of the murder weapons is bizarre enough, but what astounds me is the woman you see calmly walking up behind him with what looks like a shopping trolley.  She doesn’t hesitate.  She walks right past him!

Did she know what had just happened? Didn’t she wonder why everyone else was standing back?  Didn’t she see the body of the man they had just hacked to death lying on the road?

Or did she see and understand all these things, but was just so desensitised that she wasn’t bothered?

I am still trying to process what happened and I thank God my kids are too little to watch the news or be aware of what happened. I want them to be sheltered from this kind of evil for as long as possible.

But what about that soldier’s family and friends? At this stage we know nothing about him.  Was he married? Did he have kids? Have they seen the footage?

I’m going to go check on my kids now and just watch them sleep for a bit.  Maybe I’ll even sneak in a quick kiss and cuddle. It’s my way of reminding myself that there is still some beauty and innocence in this world.

 

 

High expectations

Yesterday was Mother’s Day and I was looking forward to a day resembling a Huggies commercial:

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But, as with most days when expectations are super high, it didn’t quite live up.  

The day started off nicely with lots of cuddles and handmade cards by my gorgeous kids (5 and 7). And I even got to sleep in for half an hour!

We trundled off to my parents’ house for a yummy breakfast and then got back home. Then we caught up with my inlaws and half of my husband’s 8 siblings.

Still travelling well. Still looking like the image above and everything was coming up roses.

Then we decided to go out to dinner.

Big mistake.

My 7-year-old daughter was terrific, but the day had been too much for my 5-year-old. We made the mistake of ordering pizza for him, to discover he HATES pizza with cheese and pineapple. And boy, he let us and the whole restaurant know about it with a head turning tantrum.

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And when I say head turning, I literally mean that people were turning around to see who the loud, naughty little boy was.  What a surreal experience to be stuck in a corner table next to an outraged 5-year-old and to see people turn around – almost in slow motion – and to feel the judgement crash down on top of me!

It felt like someone had taken razor blade to my nerve endings and then pulled out my power socket, so I had absolutely no energy left and my nerves were frayed.

We quickly scampered out, ignoring my son’s teary requests for rainbow ice-cream and with a manic smile plastered on my face.

Once we got home, the tantrum continued until he collapsed into bed.

But, oh how beautiful and sweet he looked when he was asleep. I crawled in next to him, gave him a big hug and kiss, and like most Mums, blocked out the bad bits of the day and remembered the good stuff.

Hope you all had a happy Mother’s Day!

 

 

I’m on my way to becoming a supermodel!

I went to my weekly Weight Watchers meeting today. I wasn’t feeling confident as this past weekend was Greek Easter. And if you know any Greeks, you will know that Greek Easter is a massive celebration and a reason to eat, eat, eat. Actually, in my family any occasion is an excuse to eat, eat, eat.

I put on 200 grams.  Not much,

Just like looking into a mirror!
Just like looking into a mirror!

I know.  But I put on 200 grams last week after my daughter’s slumber party. It’s a slippery slope, but I’m not riding it.

So after jumping off the scales and seeing I’d gained weight, I went to the supermarket to buy fruit, bread and healthy snacks.

And I bought some goji berries.  Heard of them? Supermodel Miranda Kerr eats them. I think they are classified as a ‘super food’.

So it naturally makes sense that if I eat these goji berries, then I will look like Miranda Kerr. Right?

Breaking up is hard to do

My husband and I want to break up our daughter and her BFF.

They are both 7.

You see, the trouble is that my gorgeous daughter idolises her BFF but we just do.not.like.her.

She is rude, aloof and has a very strange hold over my daughter – and all of their little friends, actually.

I’ve seen it with my own eyes recently.

We hosted a slumber party for my daughter two weekends ago and her BFF was one of the four guests.  The other three little girls are lovely and sweet. But the BFF aint.

However, whatever the BFF wanted to do, all the other little girls followed. She wanted to draw ponies – they all did.  She wanted to play dress ups – they all did.  The main concern was that we didn’t want her to draw our daughter away from her guests.  Because that’s what she does.  It’s bizarre.  She wants my daughter to herself and once even told her that if she played with other kids, they couldn’t be BFFs anymore!

Did I mention she is only 7?

Because my husband and I were on high alert, we made sure everyone played together and were definitely a lot harder on the BFF than the other girls. Every time she demanded food, we told her to say please.  

When she just helped herself to our fridge, we told her to ask first.  And when she was the only one that didn’t want to watch a movie that everyone else did – and demanded they watch something else – I stepped in and told her that the majority rules.

But when she told us the next morning, after everyone else had been collected by their parents at the time specified on the invitation, that she wasn’t going home until she had finished playing with my daughter I was speechless! And immediately told her to call her Dad to be collected.

And then last weekend it was the BFFs birthday party at a local children’s farm.

She was Princess Hoity Toity all day.  

The kids would chase after her to play with her and be with her. Sometimes she would play with them all, and other times she would run off.  But they would follow.

The clincher was when she announced that it was present time and told everyone to all line up and give her their presents. And they did! 

How does she know how to wield such power? It’s such an amazing gift – when used for good instead of evil! Her parents roll their eyes and say “Oh, she’s such a Queen.”  But that’s what I don’t like about her! 

It all sounds like the plot of the movie ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ doesn’t it? We’ll have to wait until my daughter either finds another BFF, or her BFF does something that makes my daughter realise that her beloved BFF does not reciprocate her adoration.

So how do you break up a seven-year-old’s BFF obsession?

Advice is welcome!