JoysOfMom-hood

Before I gave birth I imagined the wear-to-match fashion I would be doing with my son. Ha! Now if I can manage looking presentable in a laundered T-shirt and jeans with my favourite comfy Crocs, I am an achiever! Before my Oldest started kindergarten,  I remember the many food recipes I screenshot and saved intentionally in a folder dedicated for his school lunch and Imagined that I'll be one of those fashionable mommas who go to drop their kids with a full face of make up without a wisp of hair out of place looking like I'd just sashayed out of a boardroom meeting. Heh! Now, If I can only remember to brush up my hair or my teeth and wash my face and slap some lipgloss on while carrying a nursing 1year old and prepping a breakfast of hot choco and scrambled eggs with sliced toasted bread, while not forgetting to reduce the gas stove to a simmer so the porridge beans don't burn... Anywhere you see me, just give me a hug and hold me tight.

 I was today years old when I realized that my secound son doesn't need me fighting his battles for him. My oldest is not finding it funny sharing his toys with his baby brother. It's a tough curve to manoeuvre and an uphill climb he is trying every possible way not to make. Me? Hehehe.  I am not bothered. He must learn to share one way or the other. After all, they're their own best friend and best brother. Till the end of their lives.  So quick gist here😉 This morning my oldest was taking  his toys out from the storage he keeps them in. The second was playing in a corner at the other side of the room.  But soon as he saw his brother unpacking the toys he ran over to him and began picking each toy he brought out, dragging them to himself.  My oldest attempt at diplomacy failed when he soon realised that his baby brother's grip is strong. Then he tried shoving but realised again to his dismay that, little bro stands right back up soon as he lands on his bu...

The morning i found out i was pregnant again, just 18 months after my first baby, I broke down and wailed inside the bathroom. I had missed my period for three weeks and I was beginning to worry that maybe it was my cycle acting inconsistent like it did some months, yet a part of me knew deep down that I could be pregnant and that worried me to no end. But I kept putting off the idea of buying the HCG stick to test my urine sample to either confirm my fear or allay them. On a careless gamble, I got the stick the other day and I went into the bathroom and peed on it.  I turned my back on the stick and muttered a little prayer hoping that only one line will appear when I looked at it again.  Five minutes of toture later, the two conspicuous lines told a different story.