A Million Complaints

As a single parent to 1 single solitudal (*not an actual word) child I feel like I do not have the right to complain or vent or be expressive about my dislikee or my lack of 

Let me give you a taste

  • I cannot complain about not having time, for anything let alone myself
  • I cannot complain that my kid is driving me nutty or that sometimes I just wanna klap ‘n laatie
  • I cannot complain about being sexless since 2011 because society
  • I cannot call the ever elusive “not-there-not-supportive-at-all” parent a sperm donor
  • I cannot simple say to a friend (& I use this term loosely) with 2 or more that I cannot imagine having another unless I am married because I won’t be able to cope
  • I cannot complain that my child likes to make me feel horrible by blurting out things like, “you do not spend enough time with” and a few other hurtful things

As mothers, parents even ; we struggle through the same perhaps on different scales but society has deemed it inappropriate that we share these struggles in our social circles, let alone on social media. When we, as people, feel constantly judged for our choices and when we are constantly bombarded on how to be a better you how are we suppose to be relatively ok with bringing a child or children into this life?

So yes, as a single parent to just 1 child – I do feel like I don’t have the right to complain but I also have the right to not be judged.

To you

To society

On social media

I may not be perfect and I will never claim to be but to her I am mom and that’s all that matters

A Women's Worth

I find after talking to someone today, a mere 30 minute conversation, I have realised that a woman’s worth lies not in the outside world or the amount of LIKES or HEARTS she gets on social media but more within herself. Here I stand, trying to think which room do I start cleaning first or do I just let it slide for one more day, lie down and watch the latest episode of the Walking Dead? Instead I sit down and type because for years I have not cried and for months I have not breathed. All I want is to cry, snot and trane. Not while watching a movie but to cry from pure release, to just allow my emotions, for once, to take control and allow My Lord to lift me up. I realise that my worth is not in the role of  mother or daughter but my worth is in me. I determine my worth and if I look into my mirror and see another empty soul then there is nothing anyone can do to change that. My fire burned to ashes in my eyes years ago and I lost my passion to live. Yes, I live but I am barely alive. Scrambling for the last scraps of fresh air as the night draws near. I am not who I was and I am not sure I am who I want to be. I live a life full of sighs and exasperated motions. I barely take in the beauty of this world because I am too busy drowning in the “keep it up!” I do not enjoy many moments but the few that I do, I wish I could live there forever. I do not express my frustation often but when I do it is often too late. A woman’s worth is embedded deep within her. Should she see herself as worthless, should she see herself as unwanted ; that is what she will remain. A woman’s worth is not in the words that society speaks or the validation her selfie brings. The worth of a woman is in what ignites her soul, deep in the night when the world asleeps and her child is cradled into her bosom, her worth becomes reality. When it is silent and only the stars light the night sky, it is then that a woman finds her worth. In the quiet. In the dark. As a single tear rolls down her cheek, she seeks not your validation or praise ; she seeks only her worth.

March Review | The Kid Zone

Good Morrow Fellow Humanoids. It’s been a day and a half since I’ve been SUPERbusyMOM, let alone the 2.0 more awesome version but alas!, this is not about me but more about the ever awesome company called “The Kid Zone“. If you know me, you’ll know that I am obsessed with online shopping ❤ the one and only reason why my obsesion doesn’t spiral out of control is because I’m lacking the thousands of funds needed to feed my habit. 

Why do I love The Kid Zone?

Besides the fact that it’s online? Dis goedkoop (*cheap). They also seem to have toys I often find hard to locate in the shops at shop prices 🙄 There are no hidden costs. Everything is layed out perfectly in terms of costing and your package arrives in 48 – 72 hours flat. How awesome is that? Nothing better than unwrapping a freshly delivered package. Like a damn kid in a candy store 🍭

You’re probably wondering what I got from The Kid Zone and how you can get one? 

In true SUPERbusyMOM2.0 fashion, a review wouldn’t be complete without a giveaway (*details on my social media channels) but you won’t be entering to get what I got, you’ll be entering for a voucher to spend at the online store. Much better, right?

We got a MySmartKid box and I was not the only one who was excited *cue entrance of excited 4 year old*

Keep your eyes peeled on my social mqedia channels on how to enter and read the rules below ⬇⬇

*Competition Rules*

  • You must reside in Cape Town
  • If you have won in the past 6 months with SUPERbusyMOM2.0, you will not be eligible to win
  • All entrants of SUPERbusyMOM2.0 competitions will be entered into a big luxury/misc competition at the end of the year to the value of R1000
  • You must LIKE atleast ONE of my social media channels and comment on this post on one of these social media channels