Vacation… good times

Have been on a bit of vacation for the past 3 days and it has been sheer bliss…

Waking up at 10am, spending the days with my cutie Rhys, with him all over the place saying Mommy this and Mommy the other… I think he has also enjoyed having me at home.  Have been playing with him, taking walks, giving him baths, kisses to soothe the pain when he gets hurt… its been amazing. I guess this is what housewives are able to enjoy everyday, besides the house chores… don’t think I would handle being one. After all those years of scholling, hassling at MUK with their beyond ridiculous system of administration and taking all of that crap (did i ever mention that none of my children will be going to that fake university on the hill? Harvard oyee!- have already started saving for that). Anyhu… have started straying like Tandra

It has really been a joy spending so much time of my days with Rhys. The amazing thing is, so many of my workmates were asking me what I has planned for this time off work and when I told them that was going to sleep and have time with Rhys, they were surprised. The majority of them usually travel when on vacation, peeps at my office are loaded like that… very soon I shall also start telling tales of the Seychelles and all that…

At the moment, the songs he is really feeling are Touch My Body, Mariah (can you imagine! a 2.6 year old! children of these days…) and Kiss, Chris Brown ft T-Pain. He even knows the dancing moves that Chris Brown ‘does’ in that video, kika. Speaking of music, listened to Lady by Modjo, haven’t heard it in like forever, it brought back some memories… interesting memories…

Still have a few days left and planning on exhausting them with joy joy and then some more joy… anybody want some? holla!

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Weight!

I have put on weight! Tis seriously alarming. And the alarm for me went off today morning.

I usually prepare my outfits for the week on Sunday and basically reconfirm it the evening before, its a chick thing boys so I will so understand if you don’t get it. Anyhu, so decided to wear a ka cute top I bought last month with a skirt I haven’t worn in like forever. So get up, do the necessary and then adorn the top and low and behold, tis too small! I almot had a small heart attack! I had tried it on last month and it was fitting so well! (stop laughing tandra). Crap, crap, crap! At that point wanted to use a few swearing words, but as a good Christain have to refrain, even on the blog since it is Universal.

The thing is that my weight usually flactuates, put on some and then it comes off naturally without me having to go on a diet or hit the gym so hard. But of late it has just been piling on and not leaving at any point. When I mentioned this to two of my closest friends, they said that it was because I am happy. That got me thinking, does that mean that small peeps aiint happy?

Don’t think that that’s the reason I am putting on weight. We have been going out a lot, basically eating “rich” food and as much as it is fun, I think I will start ordering for salad or some drama like that. Oh the horror…

I have never really stressed concerning my weight but now it seems like its a bit too much. The diet drama, no thank you. The solution will most likely be exercising but it really is not any fun… maybe dancing…

Anyone have a fast and painless solution for me?  

Here and there…

It is amazing how the simplest of the stuff we do everyday can cause so much joy and excitement for a child.

Brushing our teeth before we go to bed with Rhys is like some serious progi of the day! When going to the bathroom, he announces to anyone within the vicinity or who he runs into,

“Going to brush teeth.”

 

Then when he finishes, proudly declares to everyone,

“Is brushed teeth!”

and can proudly display them for you like some form of evidence.

He also loves to put the lids or covers of anything and everything, mostly kitchen stuff; the juice jug, flasks, pans, bottle lids… basically anything that can be covered. When he sees you in the process of handling any of them, he starts,

“I want to cover.”

and at times when I am really busy trying to get things done in a hurry, he uses his very special kryptonite…

“Mommy please.”

and how can I dare resist that.

These days, as soon as I walk into the house with migugu, he rushes towards me to help me carry the stuff. He’s growing to be such a helpful young man, let’s pray he stays that way all through out his adult life… be a real gentlemen unlike so so so many Ugandan men…   

Acceptance…

The act of receiving with approval and favour…

Acceptance is something that we crave for. Inevitably, we will always find fault with people, even the ones we consider perfect, who are closest to us, who we love to a fault, who encompass our world, who are our all… The trick is to love them and accept them for who they are… their faults contributes to what makes them so special in our lives; never to throw these faults in their faces.

 

I felt recently, a certain kind of rejection and judgement of a part of me that is just me, not like everyone and all I wanted to do was scream accept me for who I am and everything that I am…

 

I will never be Alicia, beautiful, gifted and close to perfect girl…

I will never be Beyonce, the incredibly attractive and ever, it seems, bubbly chic…

I will never be Madonna, the wild and at the same time classy lady, funky dancer and mother all in the same breath…  

I will never be Halle, alluring, charming and yet so very approachable…

I will never Tamora, always the upstanding Christian who seems untainted by wrong doing…

 

I will always just be me.  

By Sybella Posted in Just