It’s been deathly silent on the UKSaffa blog for the past 6 months which of course means that life has been kicking me square in the tenders repeatedly and not allowing me time to breath. I do like Life, but I do also feel that sometimes it’s a little schizo, and takes great delight in tipping things upside down from time to time, just for the pure jollies of seeing if you can find your way back up again.

So what’s happened in 6 months?

I guess one of the first things that happened was I found a lovely Facebook group called Saffa Moms in Great Britain. If you are a South African mum like me looking to connect with other South African mums in the UK, this is the group to join. Very interactive, friendly, helpful and above all it’s chocca block with real people who I’ve been lucky enough to meet and form some lovely friendships with. It helps that Saffa’s naturally have the predisposition to be slightly nuts, otherwise of course, I’d never get along with any of them. Anyhoo, if you haven’t already – pop along to the group and say hi.

Secondly, my son turned 13, my hair all fell out and I lost my damn mind. There may a be a tenuous link between these three events.

Around about this time, my little girl who is just under 2 years old started attempting to talk. The cuteness is balanced by consistent hilarity mingled with mild embarrassment when things such as ‘hello chunky mummy’ is blurted out in the middle of the supermarket. No really – I died! It dawned on me later she was trying to call me ‘cheeky monkey’ as I call her that all the time. It doesn’t matter though – for everyone in the supermarket, I will be chunky mummy forever. Mortifying.

We are also in the process of moving house. All very exciting. The usual situation where it’s bigger, better, more wonderful than where we are now. I’m looking forward to moving in. Can I take anymore excitement?

As it turn’s out, yes of course. As soon as we put our offer in on the new house, the very next day I discovered I’m pregnant again! I was able to ignore that for all of a week before waves of morning sickness and nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t help but think it was the balancing out of my 2 previous easy-as-pie pregnancies. Life is SO funny like that. For those who don’t know, GINGER. Really, I wouldn’t have coped without it. If you are having an attack of the sickies – stick some of this in boiling water. It’s the most magnificent thing I’ve discovered.

So, new friends, new teenager, new talking toddler, new house and new pregnancy. I believe this brings us squarely up to date.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go fish a toddler out of the toilet and punch a teenager until he get’s out of bed. Until next time….

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Footnote: No teenagers or toddlers were actually harmed in the making of this post.