So proud

I mentioned this often but it does make me so proud.  Our school has a positive reward system and when you have made it to the highest level, you receive a Club + badge. 

Jason is the only boy in his class to have received this badge.  I’m so proud of him.

Should I, or not?

I have had it up to here (ha like you can see where) with my father-in-law.  I am sick and tired of how he treats my husband.  I think he forgets that Tommie was not born to be his slave. 

I’m sick of how he shouts at my husband.  In front of the kids as well.  What kind of respect can they have for their father is this is the way he treats their dad?  He shouts at my husband in front of me.  I have had it.  Can you imagine how he treats him when we are not around?

My husband is a person for heaven’s sake.  Tommie is his SON!  Is he not proud of him?  Can he not show love?  Can he not appreciate the son he has?

Do I have the right to talk to my father-in-law about this?  I think I must.  I have kept my mouth shut long enough now.  His behaviour towards my husband is unacceptable and it influences our relationship.  It influences Tommie’s relationship with the boys.

I have had enough of Tommie getting home in a bad bad place because of his father!  His very own father.

Now, I just don’t know if it’s fair towards Tommie to take this up with his father.

I just know that the next time I witness that kind of behaviour, I will not be able to keep my mouth shut.  Maybe talking before I’m upset as well, will be better for all involved.

Who was more ready?

3461 days

Or 9 years, 5 months, 21 days

• 299,030,400 seconds
• 4,983,840 minutes
• 83,064 hours
• 494 weeks

That’s how long we’ve shared our room with one of our children.

Wow.

That’s a long time. 

As of from last night, Zander is sharing the room with his brothers.  He is so proud of himself.

Tommie of course said we should have let him sleep in the room for another 6 weeks.  Just to make the weeks a nice round number.  I just think Zander was more ready than Tommie!

For no reason at all, I decided last night that Zander will be joining his brothers.  We carried his mattress into their room and he had no issues sleeping there!  Today we moved his bed in and again, he went to sleep a happy little boy.

I’m so proud of him.

Matric farewell

I read an article about matric farewells in a magazine last night and thought of mine.

My brother was in a serious car accident, just before our matric farewell.  Thankfully just after our exams.

We spent 10 days in Pretoria, while he was in ICU. There were days when we didn’t think he would make it and the very last thing on my mind was my matric farewell. 

He got discharged the day of my matric farewell.  My friend phoned and asked if I would still be going and I said that there is no way.  I had no dress (it wasn’t finished by the time we left), I was still in Pretoria.  No shoes.  No-one to do my hair.  I was not a make-up wearing teenager, so I needed someone to help in that department and my mom wouldn’t be up to it when we got home.  Most importantly, I also had no date.  My ex-boyfriend had moved to the Cape and was going to come down for the farewell.  That got cancelled with the accident.

My eldest brother convinced me to go though and drove me back to Klerksdorp late that morning.  We got home after lunch.  I got my dress (UGLY), went to buy shoes.  Could find NO shoes that would go with the dress, so ended up painting them!  Went to a hairdresser I didn’t know (didn’t look good at all) and my mom ended up being able to put on my make-up. 

Our neighbour’s son was so kind as to go with me, dressed in his church suit.  He is a year (maybe 2?) younger than me but at least I had a guy on my side.

As you all know, the car is a big issue too.  For us?  My mom took us in her own car and we were dropped 2 blocks away from the hall.  There was just no time for her to wait in that long line of cars to drop us off in front of the hall, since she needed to urgently get back to my brother.

I didn’t go to the after-party.  I went home.  I don’t have fond memories of that night and probably shouldn’t have gone.  However, now I can say that I did go, rather than saying I didn’t.

I’m second from the right.