A crappy situation

Back to the topic of motherhood.I apologise in advance, this is a gross one.

I’ve been knee deep in poo lately and I’m sad to say that I mean this in the literal sense. 

We recently took our kids to newlands baths and they were having a fantastic time. Then the little one runs in the jungle gyms direction and I follow him. He climbs up to the lookout post and once he gets there he slips and falls. He stands up and tells me kaka whilst rubbing his leg. To my dismay another child took a crap on the jungle gym and my son was lucky enough to slip in all that ish!

The first thing I did was choke back getting sick then I lifted him by his clean shoulders held him a distance from me and ran to the toilets. My cousin frantically pulled out wet wipe after wet wipe to try and clean him as best we could but the stench remained so I took him to the basin and covered his body in hand wash and rinsed him off.After successfully cleaning him I had had enough and just wanted to leave. 

We finally got to our home and I thought, finally, I can take a load off. I sit down and the same child parades past me holding his nappy in his hand. At first I thought, awe so cute then realised something is not right. On closer examination I realised he had made a number two and took the initiative to remove his nappy. Off to the bath and once again he was lathered up hand shower furiously erasing all trace of excrement.

After that I refused to exhale and relax because the minute I do that fate sneaks in and hands me another surprise. I’ve realised it’s best to just tread carefully and be prepared for anything. 

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Crime: The order of the day

Ok so it’s been a while since my last blog but, I have to admit I’ve been experiencing writers block.

The reason for this, is that I’m not used to choosing my own topics to write about. I’m a journalist who’s been on a break from covering news since I had my kids. In the past my topics were pre determined by the crime that took place in the areas I covered. 

I wrote a few blogs but never posted them because they were just way too much about me and I just didn’t find it interesting enough to share with my readers. 

One thing I’ve been dying to bring up though is this story about a 60 something granny who whilst travelling home in a taxi was robbed then thrown out of it while it was moving. Come on! Really?!?! 
What kind of a person do you have to be to have the ability to do that to a senior. The woman was badly injured since she landed on her face.

This is just one of the hundreds of crime stories that shows that the quality of life in Cape Town has drastically decreased. In all honesty the only thing still keeping me in SA is my family. The allure of the table mountain, the sunny beaches and colourful klopse ain’t worth the crime that we are faced with on a regular basis.

Anyway, I hope that something can be done about crime soon or else immigrating will be the order of the day for all who can afford it.

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