When One Is Out-Numbered.


My boys, how blessed am I.

Being a proud mother raising three gorgeous sons and one very funny, young at heart husband, I guess it’s safe to say I am by far … out numbered. As my hubby puts it – There is after-all only space for one princess in this house. However being the only princess does have it’s downfalls.

I chuckle almost daily as I dash through the mornings household chores which occasionally reveal just how much of a ‘boys’ home our house actually is.  I find myself thinking out aloud as I note the things guys just don’t do.  Here is a short list of the most common of these giveaways.

  • Empty water jug in the fridge – I mean, when you have used the last of the water, what possesses these mars creatures to simply slip it back in the fridge door EMPTY. 
  • Loo paper – we have all had the ‘Mommmmmm, please bring me some toilet paper’ call. Why when you finished the roll did you not replace it? It’s unheard of that a mars creature actually carry out such a task. 
  • The empty water jug rings true of the milk carton too. How an empty carton can’t make it to the bin all of 3 steps to the side still baffles me. I’ve learnt not to be presumptuous when it comes to sight.
  • The grocery cupboard is no different with empty cereal boxes and the likes.
  • Yes, that black stuff on the kitchen towel is grease. Working on their bicycles or helping dad in the garage always leaves a fingerprint trail.
  • There is no such thing as a lid. Not on the toothpaste, jam jar or butter. Frankly if it’s not a flip top – it gets lost, dropped or forgotten.
  • What do you mean eat over a plate? ‘but mom, it means less dishes in the wash up’
  • No matter how many lessons on how to load or unpack the dishwasher – everyone seems to have amnesia the next day.
  • When there is a new bottle of sauce, regardless of how much is left of the unfinished bottle – it’s old now and ‘finished’ The only way around this is to either hide the new bottle or wait until the existing bottle is completely finished before the replacement makes it’s way on the shopping list. This is especially true of tomato sauce & mayonnaise.

This list for any mom with sons could go on and on but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I treasure these days for I know they will pass and faster than I care to take the time to admit. Knowing that there is always something to wake up to – everyday is a new day, so use the blessings of time to create new memories and strengthen family bonds.

Happy Belated Mothers Day to all the wonderful mothers of the world. I never really did grasp the term ‘A mothers job is never done’ until I became a mother myself. 




You Are My Sunshine.

ImageI was conceived one romantic valentines day back in the 70’s to a much older soon to be father of 5 and my very beautiful and rather young mother. Born their second daughter but not the second child between them. Either way I am the middle child. With nine siblings altogether or three daughters between them, the result remains the same.

I recall my father being away a lot as he was a soldier during the Rhodesian war. A civil war is no place for a single mother with five children. My mother eventually got us over the border and into a safer South Africa days after the sun set on Rhodesia and rose as Zimbabwe. I recall celebrating my sixth birthday in South Africa – which was to be one of many RSA birthdays.

My father was in the mining industry. Often he would take us down the mine shaft and into tunnels to show us what it was like underground. It was musky, dark somewhat moist. The air seemed thick and dusty. We enjoyed these adventures with my dad though. Always wearing a hard hat that didn’t quiet fit. Back home on school days come sunset we would wait for my dad to return home where we would run and greet him at the gardens gate, then fight over whose turn it was to pull off his smelly boots. It was an event with much laughter getting dads boots off.  Gardening some weekends, my Dad would hide money in the purple flowers of the creeper that grew up the side of the house and onto the roof.  My eldest sister Charmaine and I would trick Kerry – our baby sister, into swapping her ‘paper’ money for our real coin money  – crafty I guess. Either way when we went to the candy store, it didn’t matter what the bill was – we all gave my Dad our coins and he paid the balance without us knowing.

These small memories I hang onto of my younger childhood with my Dad. I would go on only to see him on one occasion  after our arrival in RSA while at my brothers funeral.  I was due to go back to Zimbabwe after my Senior School year but he sadly died during my final year due to a heart attack caused by a blood clot triggered from a car accident he survived a few days prior. The 11th April 2012 marked the nineteenth year of his passing. My childhood nickname was Sunshine – hence SunshineMac. RIP Dad, seen in this photo with my elder brother as a baby.

All we have is precious time – use it well, Hugs.