Super Mom


Clients who get it

We are extremely busy.

Finding a balance between being a (good enough) mom and a professional is never easy.  I have done so for a long time and it has (thankfully) worked out well.

Now I have a little boy who needs some extra attention when it comes to his homework and as a mom I have to make a plan to do so.  I have decided that leaving at about 3pm will work for us.

Some clients don’t understand especially when they want a late afternoon appointment.  However, this morning I had a client in my office who is an engineer and earns more than I ever will. I was talking to another client on the phone who wanted a late appointment and I told this client why I don’t see clients in the afternoon.  (Normally I don’t though)

My client in the office actually got tears in his eyes and said that money can’t buy what I am doing for my son(s).

It felt good to know that he understood and actually appreciated what I did.

I am very lucky to be able to do this.  I am very lucky that I get to be an almost-full-time Mom.


I have never liked hunting.  Ever. 

Even before I became a vegetarian, I was very much against it.  I didn’t go all “tree-hug” about it but those close to me knew exactly how I felt.

Lately though, with this blond chick (Kendall Jones) thinking she is doing Africa a favour by killing our big five and then this kid (Carissa) who is apparently doing research by hunting, it has been on the tip of my tongue to say something.

Now is the time to say that something.

Are there some valid reasons for hunting?  Yes. Definitely (Didn’t think I’d say that, right?)

At times of over-population in a restricted area (human’s fault) I can see that hunting is necessary.

Where you have sick or injured animals, I can see that hunting is necessary.

So yes, there are times when hunting is necessary.

However, if you take of photo of yourself standing over a dead animal, all of the reasons excuses are null and void. 

Then you hunted for the thrill, for the trophy.  That was the main reason.  That was the objective.  The rest just excuses.

You are not a hero for hunting down an animal.  We have technology on our side, they have nothing. 

If you are doing it for a valid, good reason, you won’t feel the need to stand over a dead animal as though you just saved it’s life.  You just did your job.

I don’t stand for a photo with every client that gets money back from SARS with money in my hand.  It’s not something special I’ve done.  It’s my job to make sure they get a refund if it is due to them.

Same with hunters. 

Don’t tell me you hunt for the biltong. You can get that from butchery. 

You hunt for the thrill.  For the photo.  For the trophy.

So we protested

I couldn’t believe what I read.  I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Here, in our town, people (if you can call someone who does that a human being) cut of dogs heads (while still alive) and cooked their meat to eat or sell.

Here!  In my town! 

I was sick to my stomach.

We were asked to protest at their bail hearing.  So many people said that they would be there.  Well, I wonder where those people were when we were outside the court for hours in the cold.  It is SO easy to be a Facebook animal lover.  Not so much when push comes to shove. Then so many people have excuses.

A handful of us though stood there, protesting.  Got the cars to hoot.  Shared our thoughts and feelings.

I picked up the boys and took them to protest with us.  Children who care.  What a nation we can build if all of them did.

If you are in town, well come protest at their hearing 23 July.  Might be even colder then but someone has to take a stand.







Not a sponsored post!


Not dinner time.


That is the app that every parent with a child who has a smart phone MUST have.

Want your child to put his phone down?  Push pause.

Want him to have a conversation during dinner time?  Click dinner time.

Want to know what program he is using that very minute?  Just check current applications.

Don’t want him to use that program, then and there?  Click the X.

Easy as that.  Control what is going on his phone at all times.

Dinnertime People.

Get it.

Nine years

An end to an era.

That is what yesterday was.

Our bulletjie rugby journey started nine years ago when Quintus first started. Even before Zander was born.

Zander grew up next to the field. First year he was just the baby in the sling. Hardly showing his face. Then the little boy who carried rugby balls, like other kids carried soft toys.

Finally he could wait no longer and started playing rugby before he even went to school.

How things have changed since then, yet stayed the same.

Still his big brother giving hugs and advice.


Still the thing with his knees.


Always wanting to be the kicker


From that first try to one of his last. He has made us proud bulletjie parents


I blinked
Don’t blink
It’s over too quickly

Only child

“Mom”, he said as we made our way to school.  Just the two of us. “Do you know why I feel like an only child?”

No, I thought to myself.  We weren’t talking about that at all.  “Why?”, I asked.

“Jason is always away with Oupa, bird-watching and Quintus is always with his friends”


True true words my little one.

Yes, there’s a big gap in age between Zander and Jason.  However my three boys have always been very close.  They still are. 

Yet, he feels like an only child.


I will need to sit the brothers down and talk to them.  I don’t ever want him to feel like an only child.


Quintus has had quite bad luck when it comes to injuries this year.

Poor kid played three rugby matches with a broken arm! o_O

Now he tore the ligaments in his foot.  NOT during a rugby match though.  After musical rehearsal.  Ironic isn’t it! 

Poor kid was in horrible pain after the fall.  I really wish the school would put lights up, so that the kids can see where they are going at night.  It was an accident bound to happen.  Just a pity it had to happen to my son!

Thankfully it’s exam time and they don’t have to carry those heavy school bags.  Don’t know how he would have managed with that.




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