it is now official, i am a square, not a circle, triangle, heart, a prism, a cube simply SQUARE!!!!
at least cirlce has pie, although it ends right were it starts.
triangles got isoseles, pythagoras,
cube: mutlidimensional, 3d
prism: ask the physicists and the optometrist or optalmologist. more than significant
Square : plane figure, dull, rigidly conventional, no dimension, unimaginative and a conformist.
whats bothering me, i will tell you. even though i have not felt the significance till i got married cos when i was single, was plain too busy; school, work(jobs), boyfriend drama, family(more drama). or was i just simply content with being the the pretty face with brains to match.( i mean book smart). don't know. but anyhoo, i have come to the realization that i am plain boring!!!!
apart from my occupation which at the moment is a homemaker, my educational education which i am actually not quite passionate about anymore
my loves: three beautifull girls, my husband, my immediate family, 1 or 2 ok make it 3 friends.
that is it.
got no real hobbies( just started blogging), no verment i gotta have passions, not into sports, can't play any( i can stay on the side lines n cheer real good) don't play any instruments, not good with my hands, not quite imaginative,not creative, can't sing, not a writer really, don't have a political party ( so shameful to say), not a member of any organised group or association i don't think mop (mothers of multiples) didn't send in the app yet anyways. what in the world is wrong with me???
i envy( not in a bad way) some people. i will give examples:
hubby; loves his firearms. yeah i mean guns. loves to go to the shooting range
loves fishing
loves to read. buys at least one book a week. hangs out at barns n nobbles( a book store)
really deep down wants to write. but u know, man must put bread on the table so maybe in retirement
has a collection of weird rock music. u know them, wht people stuff like led zapplin, foo fightters, hall n oates, my chemical romance alot of 80s stuff.
a walk in my stilettos: passionate about travelling thw world. no matter how broke, manages to squeeze in at least 2-3 exotic places a yr
passionate about art: draws, paints, has a fuil time job n runs two companys of her own. check out some of her work at http://www.blue-socks.com
cranberry: wild for fashion and creativity
name sake: running marathons for causes.
food!! n cooking as well
cousin: wild about languages. girl can speak 6 fluently, i don't mean english, yoruba, ibo
difficult ones like japanese, german, portugese, russian, french, italian.
want to work for WHO or any international organisation or as a diplomat and is not taking no for an answer. needless to say she doesn't have a job yet cos she is still trying to break down those barriers so if u know anyone that works for the likes of unicef, who abeg help her. she las loafed of her papas money for too long now.
ok i can go on and on. my point is i searched my self thoroughly. i don't know y'all, but i can't find it or should i say i can't find my self. i have no interests whatsoever. i means things that i am just soo passionate about. things that if i did not have to do anythings else like work, take care of family e.t.c that i would want to do. take care of my kids, husband, home n thats it. i used to read, but that was back in the days oh jare. the days of nancy drew, mills n boons and them.
so please how do i find myself. my essence, or "get in touch with my self and inner being", how do i travel to that special place?
especially now that i am married, it really dawns on me. it is soo important to have something of your own. u know, ur own solace. u can't rely on ur husband or kids being there all the time. they can't spend 24/7 with u, when they r gone, what do u do? what do u long to do? when everyone else is out pursing their passions n dreams where r u?
i was tagged earlier today. what r the 10 things u do when no one is there:
1) read blogs
2) see who viewed my hi5 page( even though hi5 is sooo done now. i think face book is the it now)
3) dance to awilo
4) do the dutty wine ( even though i suck!)
5) surf the net, read more blogs, view hi5
6) view wedding websites ( yeah i am a wedding website crasher)
7)pop my zits infront of the mirror (very bad habit)
8) dance sexy to reggae in front of the mirror
9)daydream about what life would be like if i had made different choices ( have no real regrets though)
10) talk to my self. ( i am alone most of the time n don't worry i am not loosing it)
so if u have read my blog today, u have been tagged. answer these questions n further more what r u? r u a square.?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
third world
have u ever been called nigga b4?
i have but tobe quite honest, it did not bother me as much. my great grandparents/ grandparents weren't slaves or brougth over to the united states on a ship. quite to the contrary. my grandfather payed for a plane tickect that brought him here. even though it still stricks a cord becos of course in the context in which it was used in was meant to be degradign or demeaning. it came from one highly ignorant old wht man who felt he was insulting me. shoo it rolled of my shoulders like water. i ahve every right to be here as much as u do. abi u forget that we r both not of this land. ur whit ancesotors were thieves that stole the lands of the poor indians and drove them into camps on their own land. but i choos enot to get into this right now cos boy wil it be a long one.
funny enough the times that i have actually been offended by ignorant remarks were from my own brothers and sisters inthe sense that we all probably share ancestors. regretably so i mean african americans. bloody africans, stink holes, jungle animals. even the dump questions so do u'all live in trees, or wow how is it leaving in jungles with all those with animals or do u reallyhunt for ur food. yeah dumb ass, i chill with lions in the backyard of my fathers mansion in lagos.
anyways the remark that has pissed me off the most actually came from a family member yes oh!
now lets ff to the day my brother inlaw sat on my kithcen stool at my island n told me that i was soo 3rd world. did i get ru attention yet? n he goes on to say somethign like oh my mom has already warned me abt this , i am not going to say anythigns else. ok am lie hold up what did u say ur mother said. and of course now that he ahs realized that he has just stirred up some shit,he goes to say oh no she didn't say anything i was just rambling. i wasn't upset nope i was just simply outraged. needless to say i blew up n hubby didn't even now what to say or do. he just quielty walked upstairs called his mom n told her she ahd better start finding another accomodation for her son.
i won't leave u'all out. soemthing must have happened to prompt him to say that. well as my memory serves me, hubby wa trying to have a converstion with his brother abt somethings that were just fundamental when u r leaving with someone. i had requested that hubby just lay down the rules which were simple
1)keep ur rm clean or atleast tidy. i don't go in there anyways but don't have it that we can't even walk past the door without coverign our noses cos of stench
2) abeg, i don't have any maid n i definately did not sign up as one so please wash ur dishes after u use them. don'tleave them in the sink for days n tell me oh, i planned on getting that later
when u see me doing them. i clean up after 3girls all day trust me i am not lookingto add anothe r child to the list
3) take out the trash in ur bathroom when it starts over flowing.
this is all that hubby had said just to ensure there is no conflict.he knows how much smack he has to endure when he doesn't simply put the toilet seat down but thats another story. anyways so his brother proceeds to say "oh if i have to take out the trash then she (meaning me) should stop putting diapers in them. thats so third world. i mean only third world people put diapers in the trash.
now mind u, he is using my girls buddy bathroom. both his rm n theirs share the bathroom. when they wake up inthe morning, the first thing they do is take of their wet diapers n put them in the trash can in their bathroom. i stopped letting the girls use the tub or if i can help it the toilet in there. its always filthy. i just let them use mines
so what if i can't afford diaper genie or they they weren't any, the where will the diapers go? i guess since we are on the third world subject, wil wrap it up in a bag n hurl it over the fence, not worrying about on whom or where it lands.
so i just sya to him. forget it, i'll make sure that i buy the girls another trash can n i will empty theirs if u r going to be that petty.
ever since then, i have kinda distanced my self from him n his mom cos i can not help but wonder what it is they say behind me. sorry but i have a big thing against people who smile at ya but say something else behind ur back. even thought he mom got to learn about the situation n called assuring me that she loved us all n would never say anything bad about me especially behind my back. but unfortunatley, the die has been cast, the seed has be sown, i can't help but be weary.
some people may think whats the big deal but abeg to me it the statement was quite up there with a white man calling a black man nigga or boy. but each man to his own. all i can say is i hardly talk to the boy anymore. thank God he finally moved out on his own.( i told my hubby not to ask him to leave after the incident. haba don't turn me into the wife that sends all her inlaws packing)
third world indeed.
i have but tobe quite honest, it did not bother me as much. my great grandparents/ grandparents weren't slaves or brougth over to the united states on a ship. quite to the contrary. my grandfather payed for a plane tickect that brought him here. even though it still stricks a cord becos of course in the context in which it was used in was meant to be degradign or demeaning. it came from one highly ignorant old wht man who felt he was insulting me. shoo it rolled of my shoulders like water. i ahve every right to be here as much as u do. abi u forget that we r both not of this land. ur whit ancesotors were thieves that stole the lands of the poor indians and drove them into camps on their own land. but i choos enot to get into this right now cos boy wil it be a long one.
funny enough the times that i have actually been offended by ignorant remarks were from my own brothers and sisters inthe sense that we all probably share ancestors. regretably so i mean african americans. bloody africans, stink holes, jungle animals. even the dump questions so do u'all live in trees, or wow how is it leaving in jungles with all those with animals or do u reallyhunt for ur food. yeah dumb ass, i chill with lions in the backyard of my fathers mansion in lagos.
anyways the remark that has pissed me off the most actually came from a family member yes oh!
now lets ff to the day my brother inlaw sat on my kithcen stool at my island n told me that i was soo 3rd world. did i get ru attention yet? n he goes on to say somethign like oh my mom has already warned me abt this , i am not going to say anythigns else. ok am lie hold up what did u say ur mother said. and of course now that he ahs realized that he has just stirred up some shit,he goes to say oh no she didn't say anything i was just rambling. i wasn't upset nope i was just simply outraged. needless to say i blew up n hubby didn't even now what to say or do. he just quielty walked upstairs called his mom n told her she ahd better start finding another accomodation for her son.
i won't leave u'all out. soemthing must have happened to prompt him to say that. well as my memory serves me, hubby wa trying to have a converstion with his brother abt somethings that were just fundamental when u r leaving with someone. i had requested that hubby just lay down the rules which were simple
1)keep ur rm clean or atleast tidy. i don't go in there anyways but don't have it that we can't even walk past the door without coverign our noses cos of stench
2) abeg, i don't have any maid n i definately did not sign up as one so please wash ur dishes after u use them. don'tleave them in the sink for days n tell me oh, i planned on getting that later
when u see me doing them. i clean up after 3girls all day trust me i am not lookingto add anothe r child to the list
3) take out the trash in ur bathroom when it starts over flowing.
this is all that hubby had said just to ensure there is no conflict.he knows how much smack he has to endure when he doesn't simply put the toilet seat down but thats another story. anyways so his brother proceeds to say "oh if i have to take out the trash then she (meaning me) should stop putting diapers in them. thats so third world. i mean only third world people put diapers in the trash.
now mind u, he is using my girls buddy bathroom. both his rm n theirs share the bathroom. when they wake up inthe morning, the first thing they do is take of their wet diapers n put them in the trash can in their bathroom. i stopped letting the girls use the tub or if i can help it the toilet in there. its always filthy. i just let them use mines
so what if i can't afford diaper genie or they they weren't any, the where will the diapers go? i guess since we are on the third world subject, wil wrap it up in a bag n hurl it over the fence, not worrying about on whom or where it lands.
so i just sya to him. forget it, i'll make sure that i buy the girls another trash can n i will empty theirs if u r going to be that petty.
ever since then, i have kinda distanced my self from him n his mom cos i can not help but wonder what it is they say behind me. sorry but i have a big thing against people who smile at ya but say something else behind ur back. even thought he mom got to learn about the situation n called assuring me that she loved us all n would never say anything bad about me especially behind my back. but unfortunatley, the die has been cast, the seed has be sown, i can't help but be weary.
some people may think whats the big deal but abeg to me it the statement was quite up there with a white man calling a black man nigga or boy. but each man to his own. all i can say is i hardly talk to the boy anymore. thank God he finally moved out on his own.( i told my hubby not to ask him to leave after the incident. haba don't turn me into the wife that sends all her inlaws packing)
third world indeed.
Friday, January 26, 2007
nanny troubles contd
he asked as he always does if the girls had eaten n she of course first rolled her eyes as n replied yes. my husband went about his business n made himself a plate to eat for dinner. as he settled down to eat, the girls came up to him wanting to eat wth him. this is not unusuall n he proceded to feed them. but what amazed him was the tenacity with which they ate. i mean they were all over the food like they hadn't eated in days. so my husband turned round n asked mama again " are u sure this children have eaten".
It was at this point that i walked in thru the door from work to a house of chaos. my husband is yelling, she is screaming, crying, shouting n kids just looking on in amazement. mama is upset because she says hubby has accused her of neglecting the girls n not feeding them. hubby turns to me n says honey all i did was ask her if the girls had eaten.
well the ist thing that got me was, my hubby is very quiet. it takes a lot to push his buttons n 4 him to get soo upset as to raise hi voice at her, he must have been real thicked. anyways, i am trying to be calm cos mama is just wilding out, saying she wants to call her son, she is being mistreated bla bla bla so i tell her to go ahead n call her son. i told her she could use the cordless phone cos the mounted phone was not working properly. i turn around am talking to hubby n say about 5 mins, my cell phone rings, its my girlfirend who lives in the same subdivision as i did. she's like bunmi, she everythings ok. am like yeah why? shes like well, why is ur nanny in the streets flagging down cars? i saw her as i turned into the subdivision. am like what?
i had just spoken to her like 5 mins ago. she was right here wiv us. anyways, she had just walked out the house wiv out telling us. ist off, we had just moved into this neighbourhood probably, about 3days so she sure as heck didnot know where she was going. the lady bareley spoke english. what if something happened to her or she got in a strangers car. what am i to tell her son.?
immediately, hubby wnet out to go look 4 her. he came back a couple of mins later n said he had driven round the neighbourhood n out of the subdivission n couldn't find her. at this pt, i am like i have had it. this is not working at all. am like what am i gaining from the lady? nothing but drama n confusion. then i recall all the drama from 2wks ago when i had taken one of the girls to the emergency rm in the middle of the nite. my self n hubby took her n left the other 2 with mama. which was a huge huge mistake. i learnt the hard way that once one of them is ill, u better get all of them checked out or treated. n we all know how things go at the emergency rm. hrs of waiting, when we were finally seen, the doc told us he had to transfer us to another hospital that is specifically a childrens hospital, we then had to wait for an ambulance. mind u if i had jusy driven tothe nxt hospital, i probably would have gotten there sooner. of course d hospital wouldn't let us leave, we had to wait 4 the darn ambulance. anyways all this is like 8-10 hrs. i am begining to get worried about the other girls. i am calling mama on the hosue phone sh e aint picking it up. she usually doesn't pick it up cos she can't tell us who called anyways. but one would think that she would have picked it up cos she was having a crisis at home. the other two girls had gotten sick while we were gone. she was going crazy herself cos she didn't know what to do n she didnot know how to use the phone. we have tried so many times to teach her but she just refuses to use it. i am begining to panic even though i am unaware of whats going on at home, but i guess, a mothers hunch,i could just sense there was something wrong. anyways, i am trying to get some one to go over there n check things out n make sure every thing was ok. i am finally able to reach my brother who goes over there. but mama wasn't answering the door. she claims she was upsatirs intheback rm n didn't hear the door bell or knocks. anyways once we get to the other hospital, hubby dashes back home to go check on them, n he gets there n finds the other girls where sick too n he had to bring them to the hospital.
all the drama could have been avoided if only she knew how to use the phone. she could have called us or even been able to pick up the phone when i had tried calling. besides thats just too dangereous. had it been a life threatening illness, the story could have been different
anyways i am weighing all that we have been thru n am like this is just too much. i call her son, i tell him look ur mom just walked out the house wiv out telling us n we don't know where she is. i tell him hubby has gone searching 4 her n can't seem to find her. i am about to call the cops. anyways he says not to. he'll be down here in a minute. then he calls me back on his way asking me why we were questioning her like that in the ist place. that it was our fault we upset her n why did we let her leave the house. at this pt i had had it with both her n her son. anyways as he pulls up tothe house an unknown car pulls up to the front of the house too. some guy had kindly picked her up from the streets, he could barely understand what she was saying but he knew he had seen her b4 with the girls at the park n knew he had also seen the girls infront of our house so guessed we lived there.
i thanked him profusely, then turned back around, went upstairs picked up her belongings n handed it over to her son n told them no hard feelings but it was time she left. can u beleive the son was still trying to beg n see what he could do. he really didn't want to have to take her home with him. his wife i guess threatened to leave if she ever came back. n mama has simply refused to go back to their country. anyways i closed my door n bid them a goodnite.
i could go on and on about my dealings with mama but i think i'll leave thigns at that. i am just glad the nigthmare eventually ended.
ok, even though we were burned n where still nursing our wounds from the whole mama saga, we accepted a replacement from the agency. hey i still had to go to work.
rebecca, was very nice. indian lady. very gentle soul. she was sooo sooo careful with the girls. i mean when she watched them , she really watched them i mean with all her senses she literally watched their every move. it was good but then we had to relocate n she didn't want to leave her family behind so we had to let her go. i was soo sad to loose her.
ok once we relocated, the agency sent someone else. zainab. she was a younger girl. we had specified we wanted someone younger cos the girls were getting quite active n could be a hand full. they needed someone with tons of energy. despite unsolicited warnings from friends and family. "u know u guys r a new couple, don't go bring temptation into ur house n so on"
ofcourse as usual the honeymoon phase was sweet. at ist i laid down the rules. told her straight up. u r here to work so pls behave appropriately. i took her to the store bought her a new wardrobe cos the scanty clothing that she brought wiv her that looked like stuff my younger cousins wear to the club would not do. anyways besides that things were good. i pretty much treated her like my younger sister. when i went shopping 4 me, i always bought things 4 her, when people came around, i told them she was my sister. when i got my hair done, she got hers done too. she seemed to love the girls n the girls fellin love with her too. shoo, i started getting jealous sometimes, they would rather be with her than me sometimes. but it was all good. i was just glad that they were being well taken care of. well trouble started in paradise when girlie asked me to get her a cell phone. something kinda gwaned at me but i went ahead n did it anyways. whatever she wanted as long as she took good care of my babies. well after the cell phone came, things just started going down the drain. she would be on it 24/7. talking to all sorts of guys. she started slacking in her duties. u know how it is when u r young n men start toasting u n ur head begins to swell n u think u'r it. no one can tell u anything. she started catching attitudes. e.g, when i go out n get back, walk thur door, she wouldn't even look to see who came in thru d door, she'd be on her phone yapping away. it could have been a robber for all she cared. she wouldn't even say hello. when i confronted her she siad "well in my village, when peole go out n come back, they r the ones that greet the people that they meet at home". mind u this never used to happen. the thing is though this youngen that now has wings just came to the country oh!, she could not be more than 17 n she is already being lead astray by men. she evetually told us that one of her "uncles" wanted to help her file some papers n she would have to go to newyork. this girl had only one relative in the states n it was an aunt that lived in maryland. anyways, i called her aunt u had no idea what i was talking about. needless to say , she left n never went back to her aunt who she was staying with origianlly. till date, the aunt doesn't know where she is. i hope she is ok sha wherever she was lead to.
by this time hubby n i were done with disapppointments. we didn't want people just coming n going out of the girls lives. we wanted more stability and security for them. n the only way we could guarantee that was if we just simply did thigns ourselves so we kissed the agency n their crazy nanies goodbye n went back to taking care of the girls ourselves. hence my title the suburbanaija mom.
It was at this point that i walked in thru the door from work to a house of chaos. my husband is yelling, she is screaming, crying, shouting n kids just looking on in amazement. mama is upset because she says hubby has accused her of neglecting the girls n not feeding them. hubby turns to me n says honey all i did was ask her if the girls had eaten.
well the ist thing that got me was, my hubby is very quiet. it takes a lot to push his buttons n 4 him to get soo upset as to raise hi voice at her, he must have been real thicked. anyways, i am trying to be calm cos mama is just wilding out, saying she wants to call her son, she is being mistreated bla bla bla so i tell her to go ahead n call her son. i told her she could use the cordless phone cos the mounted phone was not working properly. i turn around am talking to hubby n say about 5 mins, my cell phone rings, its my girlfirend who lives in the same subdivision as i did. she's like bunmi, she everythings ok. am like yeah why? shes like well, why is ur nanny in the streets flagging down cars? i saw her as i turned into the subdivision. am like what?
i had just spoken to her like 5 mins ago. she was right here wiv us. anyways, she had just walked out the house wiv out telling us. ist off, we had just moved into this neighbourhood probably, about 3days so she sure as heck didnot know where she was going. the lady bareley spoke english. what if something happened to her or she got in a strangers car. what am i to tell her son.?
immediately, hubby wnet out to go look 4 her. he came back a couple of mins later n said he had driven round the neighbourhood n out of the subdivission n couldn't find her. at this pt, i am like i have had it. this is not working at all. am like what am i gaining from the lady? nothing but drama n confusion. then i recall all the drama from 2wks ago when i had taken one of the girls to the emergency rm in the middle of the nite. my self n hubby took her n left the other 2 with mama. which was a huge huge mistake. i learnt the hard way that once one of them is ill, u better get all of them checked out or treated. n we all know how things go at the emergency rm. hrs of waiting, when we were finally seen, the doc told us he had to transfer us to another hospital that is specifically a childrens hospital, we then had to wait for an ambulance. mind u if i had jusy driven tothe nxt hospital, i probably would have gotten there sooner. of course d hospital wouldn't let us leave, we had to wait 4 the darn ambulance. anyways all this is like 8-10 hrs. i am begining to get worried about the other girls. i am calling mama on the hosue phone sh e aint picking it up. she usually doesn't pick it up cos she can't tell us who called anyways. but one would think that she would have picked it up cos she was having a crisis at home. the other two girls had gotten sick while we were gone. she was going crazy herself cos she didn't know what to do n she didnot know how to use the phone. we have tried so many times to teach her but she just refuses to use it. i am begining to panic even though i am unaware of whats going on at home, but i guess, a mothers hunch,i could just sense there was something wrong. anyways, i am trying to get some one to go over there n check things out n make sure every thing was ok. i am finally able to reach my brother who goes over there. but mama wasn't answering the door. she claims she was upsatirs intheback rm n didn't hear the door bell or knocks. anyways once we get to the other hospital, hubby dashes back home to go check on them, n he gets there n finds the other girls where sick too n he had to bring them to the hospital.
all the drama could have been avoided if only she knew how to use the phone. she could have called us or even been able to pick up the phone when i had tried calling. besides thats just too dangereous. had it been a life threatening illness, the story could have been different
anyways i am weighing all that we have been thru n am like this is just too much. i call her son, i tell him look ur mom just walked out the house wiv out telling us n we don't know where she is. i tell him hubby has gone searching 4 her n can't seem to find her. i am about to call the cops. anyways he says not to. he'll be down here in a minute. then he calls me back on his way asking me why we were questioning her like that in the ist place. that it was our fault we upset her n why did we let her leave the house. at this pt i had had it with both her n her son. anyways as he pulls up tothe house an unknown car pulls up to the front of the house too. some guy had kindly picked her up from the streets, he could barely understand what she was saying but he knew he had seen her b4 with the girls at the park n knew he had also seen the girls infront of our house so guessed we lived there.
i thanked him profusely, then turned back around, went upstairs picked up her belongings n handed it over to her son n told them no hard feelings but it was time she left. can u beleive the son was still trying to beg n see what he could do. he really didn't want to have to take her home with him. his wife i guess threatened to leave if she ever came back. n mama has simply refused to go back to their country. anyways i closed my door n bid them a goodnite.
i could go on and on about my dealings with mama but i think i'll leave thigns at that. i am just glad the nigthmare eventually ended.
ok, even though we were burned n where still nursing our wounds from the whole mama saga, we accepted a replacement from the agency. hey i still had to go to work.
rebecca, was very nice. indian lady. very gentle soul. she was sooo sooo careful with the girls. i mean when she watched them , she really watched them i mean with all her senses she literally watched their every move. it was good but then we had to relocate n she didn't want to leave her family behind so we had to let her go. i was soo sad to loose her.
ok once we relocated, the agency sent someone else. zainab. she was a younger girl. we had specified we wanted someone younger cos the girls were getting quite active n could be a hand full. they needed someone with tons of energy. despite unsolicited warnings from friends and family. "u know u guys r a new couple, don't go bring temptation into ur house n so on"
ofcourse as usual the honeymoon phase was sweet. at ist i laid down the rules. told her straight up. u r here to work so pls behave appropriately. i took her to the store bought her a new wardrobe cos the scanty clothing that she brought wiv her that looked like stuff my younger cousins wear to the club would not do. anyways besides that things were good. i pretty much treated her like my younger sister. when i went shopping 4 me, i always bought things 4 her, when people came around, i told them she was my sister. when i got my hair done, she got hers done too. she seemed to love the girls n the girls fellin love with her too. shoo, i started getting jealous sometimes, they would rather be with her than me sometimes. but it was all good. i was just glad that they were being well taken care of. well trouble started in paradise when girlie asked me to get her a cell phone. something kinda gwaned at me but i went ahead n did it anyways. whatever she wanted as long as she took good care of my babies. well after the cell phone came, things just started going down the drain. she would be on it 24/7. talking to all sorts of guys. she started slacking in her duties. u know how it is when u r young n men start toasting u n ur head begins to swell n u think u'r it. no one can tell u anything. she started catching attitudes. e.g, when i go out n get back, walk thur door, she wouldn't even look to see who came in thru d door, she'd be on her phone yapping away. it could have been a robber for all she cared. she wouldn't even say hello. when i confronted her she siad "well in my village, when peole go out n come back, they r the ones that greet the people that they meet at home". mind u this never used to happen. the thing is though this youngen that now has wings just came to the country oh!, she could not be more than 17 n she is already being lead astray by men. she evetually told us that one of her "uncles" wanted to help her file some papers n she would have to go to newyork. this girl had only one relative in the states n it was an aunt that lived in maryland. anyways, i called her aunt u had no idea what i was talking about. needless to say , she left n never went back to her aunt who she was staying with origianlly. till date, the aunt doesn't know where she is. i hope she is ok sha wherever she was lead to.
by this time hubby n i were done with disapppointments. we didn't want people just coming n going out of the girls lives. we wanted more stability and security for them. n the only way we could guarantee that was if we just simply did thigns ourselves so we kissed the agency n their crazy nanies goodbye n went back to taking care of the girls ourselves. hence my title the suburbanaija mom.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
nanny troubles
i posted a comment on another blog and felt some of it would be interesting reading. not really what i had planned for the day but oh well.
i was complaining about my frustrations with nannies.
when i use the owrd nanny, people start to raise their brows especially akatas n their oyinbo counterparts. i am in no way one of those "lifestyle of the rich n famous " persons. but giving my situation, i needed ocassional help.
I don't know if there is any one more cautious or protective than my husband. he soo hates having to trust his girls in th ehands of strangers. forget taking them to a baby sitters. r u kidding, u want him to have a heart attack? anyways, when the girls where about 9mths, i decided to try n go back to work. i was tired of all the goo goo gaa gaa. abeg my vocabulary was begining to be limited to baby talk. besides i was going crazy stayng home since about 4mths into the pregnancy when i was put on bed rest. b4 getting pregnant, i was the epitomy of a jamaican. i was so used to working n taking care of my self. i proudly worked 2 or sometimes 3 jobs to be able to pay for my academia. i proudly display all my diplomas in my husband's study. from community college thru, a private university and grad school all by my self and no students loans hanging round my neck. it was well worth the sacrifice.
i don't know why , but the hubby n i decided to try things out on our own. i tried to work during the day and he worked at nite. it was such a horrible idea. i'ld come home fron work, walk thru the door n my husband without saying a word would just hand over the babies, walk in the bedroom and slam the door. it wasn't totally a disaster, at least my husband came out of it with a new found respect for me and women. he did not really understand how much work it was. after all he'ld go to work and come back to us at home. i didnot have to go earn a living outside. how hard can taking care of children be? i guess he found out the hard way. well we didnot need anyone to tell us that we needed help.
anyways, when it came to deciding what we wanted in a nanny, my husband and i both decided on these criterias: older, mature with tons of experience, non nigerian (that was me i did not want drama sorry, no predjudice against my own people, i just wanted to stay happy n drama free), chrisitian and clean. there is an agency here run by a naija that we thot at the time charged reasonable prices. we decided to try them out. it was our first time n we really needed someone like yesterday cos hubby was having to call in for work quite a bit cos he was just too tired sometimes and coupled with the fact that somelady that my mother had begged us to help out by giving her a job told us the day she was supposed to start that she couldn't come in till the nxt week cos she had to deal with her drivers licence and papers issues real quick. mind u, we wouldn't have known of her plan not to show up had i niot called her to let her know i was on the way to come pick her up.
the agancy sent us someone the nxt day n we just gladdly and with great relief, ushered her in.
i should have known it was a match made in hell when
1) she could not speak english. she spoke french. i believe she was from cameroun. i guess i figured how hard could it be. i understood a little french n she spoke broken english now my husband, i figured would manage some how, he probably wont have to deal wiv her that much right? wrong. btw, my hubby is american wiv a nigerian dad who he doesn't know. he has a nigerian name so as far as he is concerned he's nigerian. as for me, if we can't sit and yarn in yoruba or even pidgeon or yet still pronounce ur own name, unfortunatley u r as akata as can be. but i guess he's nigerian at the heart. lol no one loves those old fashioned ifa, yemoja, oduduwa like niger movies like he does. they don't even make those kinda movies anymore. ok back to the tale at hand
2) she wore more make up than i did
3) insisted she was <50 when she clearly looked like my grandmothers age
4) her son seemed too eager to drop her off and made me promise if we had any problems to be sure to call him. he would work things out.
oh i forgot ot mention, he begged us to keep her with us on her weekends off. he did not want her coming home because she did not get along with his wife and they we having a rought time n mind end up in divorce if soemthing does not give.
well to be honest, we went thru our honeymoon phase, everybody managed to get along. my hubby just simply let me to communicate with her. if he needed to say anything, he'ld call me at work n say"honey could u tell mama that........ now things started to go array when :
if we tried to ask her if the babies had eaten, just u know regular converstion or just wanting to know, she'ld get upset n reply we shouldn't tell her how to do her job. she'ld even try n tell me what to do being that oh she is my mom as she would say, she has done this over with her kids n grandkids.
that lady hoarded any and every thing that was a container. anytime i went to a carryout or brought home anything in a container she would want to keep the containers. i don't know what she taught she could do with them maybe sell them in her village or something. i'ld even find things i had thrown in the trash would magically appear around the house.
she ate out of the pot. seriously, she refsued to eat out of a dinner plate. she would cook and take the pot to her room and eat right out of it.
she was over the top that lady, i chuckle as i remember, gosh i can't beleive we put up with her crap. i mean imagine, anytime we went on outings, the lady would just sit down n go to sleep. n leave me to care 4 the girls. i mean every single time. n mind u the girls slept in my room n i took care of them at nite. i mean her work day is over after they take a bath n r put to bed around 7.30-8p.m. luckily i had been so used to doing things by my self b4 whe came anyway. even at home she would be sending me on errands like my grandmother did.
one day, i was in the kitchen n she was in the living rm n she was in the living rm with d girls n all of a sudden i heard a thump n all i hear nxt is aloud shrill of a cry form one of the girls. i ran out there n i asked her what happened, she said nothing that the babyjust stared crying. i asked her if the baby fell m she said no n started crying that i accused her of dropping the kid. drama queen to the core.
i was having a party for the girls 1yr old party, this lady made it a point of duty to lecture us on how to take pictures, who should be in what picture and literally shoved people out of the way so she could be in the picture. i still vividly recall her voice saying "no no na me dey take care of this pikin them. na me supposed standa for this place."
at the same party, she pulled my step father inlaw up and started to dance with him in a slow dance kinda way in the presence of my mother in law. she totally forgot about the kids.
did i mention she was drinking also. i was later told she asked him when he was going to coem take her out to the movies.!
and oh yeah did i mention she was a big drama queen. at the slight thing, she'd start crying and saying how cruel the world was, her son this n that n just all sorts of crazyness.
she only stayed with us for about 4nths but it seems like an eterntiy.
the last straw was when one day, my husband came home from work n................... i'll have to continue 2morrow cos is past midnite n i can hardly keep my eye open. forgive any typos, i am soooo sleeppy. aight 2morrow it is.
i was complaining about my frustrations with nannies.
when i use the owrd nanny, people start to raise their brows especially akatas n their oyinbo counterparts. i am in no way one of those "lifestyle of the rich n famous " persons. but giving my situation, i needed ocassional help.
I don't know if there is any one more cautious or protective than my husband. he soo hates having to trust his girls in th ehands of strangers. forget taking them to a baby sitters. r u kidding, u want him to have a heart attack? anyways, when the girls where about 9mths, i decided to try n go back to work. i was tired of all the goo goo gaa gaa. abeg my vocabulary was begining to be limited to baby talk. besides i was going crazy stayng home since about 4mths into the pregnancy when i was put on bed rest. b4 getting pregnant, i was the epitomy of a jamaican. i was so used to working n taking care of my self. i proudly worked 2 or sometimes 3 jobs to be able to pay for my academia. i proudly display all my diplomas in my husband's study. from community college thru, a private university and grad school all by my self and no students loans hanging round my neck. it was well worth the sacrifice.
i don't know why , but the hubby n i decided to try things out on our own. i tried to work during the day and he worked at nite. it was such a horrible idea. i'ld come home fron work, walk thru the door n my husband without saying a word would just hand over the babies, walk in the bedroom and slam the door. it wasn't totally a disaster, at least my husband came out of it with a new found respect for me and women. he did not really understand how much work it was. after all he'ld go to work and come back to us at home. i didnot have to go earn a living outside. how hard can taking care of children be? i guess he found out the hard way. well we didnot need anyone to tell us that we needed help.
anyways, when it came to deciding what we wanted in a nanny, my husband and i both decided on these criterias: older, mature with tons of experience, non nigerian (that was me i did not want drama sorry, no predjudice against my own people, i just wanted to stay happy n drama free), chrisitian and clean. there is an agency here run by a naija that we thot at the time charged reasonable prices. we decided to try them out. it was our first time n we really needed someone like yesterday cos hubby was having to call in for work quite a bit cos he was just too tired sometimes and coupled with the fact that somelady that my mother had begged us to help out by giving her a job told us the day she was supposed to start that she couldn't come in till the nxt week cos she had to deal with her drivers licence and papers issues real quick. mind u, we wouldn't have known of her plan not to show up had i niot called her to let her know i was on the way to come pick her up.
the agancy sent us someone the nxt day n we just gladdly and with great relief, ushered her in.
i should have known it was a match made in hell when
1) she could not speak english. she spoke french. i believe she was from cameroun. i guess i figured how hard could it be. i understood a little french n she spoke broken english now my husband, i figured would manage some how, he probably wont have to deal wiv her that much right? wrong. btw, my hubby is american wiv a nigerian dad who he doesn't know. he has a nigerian name so as far as he is concerned he's nigerian. as for me, if we can't sit and yarn in yoruba or even pidgeon or yet still pronounce ur own name, unfortunatley u r as akata as can be. but i guess he's nigerian at the heart. lol no one loves those old fashioned ifa, yemoja, oduduwa like niger movies like he does. they don't even make those kinda movies anymore. ok back to the tale at hand
2) she wore more make up than i did
3) insisted she was <50 when she clearly looked like my grandmothers age
4) her son seemed too eager to drop her off and made me promise if we had any problems to be sure to call him. he would work things out.
oh i forgot ot mention, he begged us to keep her with us on her weekends off. he did not want her coming home because she did not get along with his wife and they we having a rought time n mind end up in divorce if soemthing does not give.
well to be honest, we went thru our honeymoon phase, everybody managed to get along. my hubby just simply let me to communicate with her. if he needed to say anything, he'ld call me at work n say"honey could u tell mama that........ now things started to go array when :
if we tried to ask her if the babies had eaten, just u know regular converstion or just wanting to know, she'ld get upset n reply we shouldn't tell her how to do her job. she'ld even try n tell me what to do being that oh she is my mom as she would say, she has done this over with her kids n grandkids.
that lady hoarded any and every thing that was a container. anytime i went to a carryout or brought home anything in a container she would want to keep the containers. i don't know what she taught she could do with them maybe sell them in her village or something. i'ld even find things i had thrown in the trash would magically appear around the house.
she ate out of the pot. seriously, she refsued to eat out of a dinner plate. she would cook and take the pot to her room and eat right out of it.
she was over the top that lady, i chuckle as i remember, gosh i can't beleive we put up with her crap. i mean imagine, anytime we went on outings, the lady would just sit down n go to sleep. n leave me to care 4 the girls. i mean every single time. n mind u the girls slept in my room n i took care of them at nite. i mean her work day is over after they take a bath n r put to bed around 7.30-8p.m. luckily i had been so used to doing things by my self b4 whe came anyway. even at home she would be sending me on errands like my grandmother did.
one day, i was in the kitchen n she was in the living rm n she was in the living rm with d girls n all of a sudden i heard a thump n all i hear nxt is aloud shrill of a cry form one of the girls. i ran out there n i asked her what happened, she said nothing that the babyjust stared crying. i asked her if the baby fell m she said no n started crying that i accused her of dropping the kid. drama queen to the core.
i was having a party for the girls 1yr old party, this lady made it a point of duty to lecture us on how to take pictures, who should be in what picture and literally shoved people out of the way so she could be in the picture. i still vividly recall her voice saying "no no na me dey take care of this pikin them. na me supposed standa for this place."
at the same party, she pulled my step father inlaw up and started to dance with him in a slow dance kinda way in the presence of my mother in law. she totally forgot about the kids.
did i mention she was drinking also. i was later told she asked him when he was going to coem take her out to the movies.!
and oh yeah did i mention she was a big drama queen. at the slight thing, she'd start crying and saying how cruel the world was, her son this n that n just all sorts of crazyness.
she only stayed with us for about 4nths but it seems like an eterntiy.
the last straw was when one day, my husband came home from work n................... i'll have to continue 2morrow cos is past midnite n i can hardly keep my eye open. forgive any typos, i am soooo sleeppy. aight 2morrow it is.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
old flames
Last nite i was on the phone with an old friend of mine talking about our old boyfriends and flames. can you believe we were on the phone for close to 4 hrs. we only got off the phone when ole girl realized she would have to get up soon to feed her 2mth old. shoo she had to go get some shut eye b4 the cycle begins. brings back whot i am glad i can say now r vague memories of that time.
hmm those were some very trying times. people don't believe me when i tell them the story of when the girls where a couple of mths old and my husband left for work in the am only to return later in the evening to find me in the same exact spot he had left me. i mean, serioulsy, i hadn't even got a chance to get up and brush my teeth. (sorry did i 4get to mention that i have triplets)those girls really got the best of me the ist couple of mths. they really schooled me. i got with the program soon enough. and for mothers of multiples out there or even newborn singles, its called a SCHEDULE and for those who can afford it, a NANNY and for those who's mothers are grandmas and not nanas, ship ur mother here. before i wised up, it was a crazy continous cycle. imagine, they r sleeping, one wakes up, i change her diaper, feed her, burp her ,before i am done, another one is twithching and ready to start crying, i put #1 down, then i proceed to go through the same routine with #2, before i know it, the last one is awake, we know the routine so we just keep going. now by the time i am now fianlly done with # 3, i am exhauseted needless to say its simply by Gods grace that i haven't dropped any of them at this point cos i am still half way in btw the sleep realm and being awake, guess what time it is?
u guessed it, baby number one is getting ready to get up. and i am like what?? its been 3-4hrs already????
wow, i sure did digress from the initial old flames topic. well i guess that will have to be for tomorrow cos some very interesting things came up. well till then......................
hmm those were some very trying times. people don't believe me when i tell them the story of when the girls where a couple of mths old and my husband left for work in the am only to return later in the evening to find me in the same exact spot he had left me. i mean, serioulsy, i hadn't even got a chance to get up and brush my teeth. (sorry did i 4get to mention that i have triplets)those girls really got the best of me the ist couple of mths. they really schooled me. i got with the program soon enough. and for mothers of multiples out there or even newborn singles, its called a SCHEDULE and for those who can afford it, a NANNY and for those who's mothers are grandmas and not nanas, ship ur mother here. before i wised up, it was a crazy continous cycle. imagine, they r sleeping, one wakes up, i change her diaper, feed her, burp her ,before i am done, another one is twithching and ready to start crying, i put #1 down, then i proceed to go through the same routine with #2, before i know it, the last one is awake, we know the routine so we just keep going. now by the time i am now fianlly done with # 3, i am exhauseted needless to say its simply by Gods grace that i haven't dropped any of them at this point cos i am still half way in btw the sleep realm and being awake, guess what time it is?
u guessed it, baby number one is getting ready to get up. and i am like what?? its been 3-4hrs already????
wow, i sure did digress from the initial old flames topic. well i guess that will have to be for tomorrow cos some very interesting things came up. well till then......................
Sunday, January 21, 2007
oh my! those could not be my kids
ok breath just breath. wooosaa, woosaaa, i say to my self while trying not to swear and curse under my breath as i try to calm one of my three yr old triplets and my self down. my daughter simply could not comprehend why she had to wait behind all these people to get on the train ride at the aquarium. after all life is all about me. here she is on the floor screaming and yelling mummy i want to ride train, mummy i want to ride train. u know darn right if that scene was in naija or else where, that child would have gotten a good ole beat down.
how many times have i witnessed a kid usually white i don't know if coincidence, throwing a tantrum in public and i swear up and down oh if that was my child she would be dead by now. that kid probably don't get a spanking at home.
but here i am, at loss of words. and i am sure there r people in line wondering or saying to themselves thats what u get for not discipling ur child or oh if that were my child......
but reality is, my self and my husband do believe in discipline. we r firm believers in spare the rod and spoil the child but how do i get to be in the same predicament with people who don't believe in spanking. so is it even worth it. i know it worked on me and my siblings but it just seems like the generation of kids these days r just a different breed..
i mean , imagine, my husband and i were called out of church to go get our kids because my triplets were in the sunday school huddled together on the other side of the room from the other kids holding hands while throwing a fit. i mean it was a spectacle even for the group of 3-5 year olds watching in amazement and probably shocked at the unisom with which the girls threw their fit.
we walked thru the door and silence. except for the ocassional sniffles u know when u have cried for a bit and u r still shuddering and siffling after its all done.
oh, they knew they were going to get it when they got home but it didn't stop them the next week when i was shopping with them and the girls decided to strip to their pull ups and run in different directions all over the store when i attempted to try on a little jacket on one of them. of cause this was hilarious to them but where do i categorise this?
we r just being mischevious kids
or just being plain ole bad regardless of the consequences.
hmm
is that a grey strand?
how many times have i witnessed a kid usually white i don't know if coincidence, throwing a tantrum in public and i swear up and down oh if that was my child she would be dead by now. that kid probably don't get a spanking at home.
but here i am, at loss of words. and i am sure there r people in line wondering or saying to themselves thats what u get for not discipling ur child or oh if that were my child......
but reality is, my self and my husband do believe in discipline. we r firm believers in spare the rod and spoil the child but how do i get to be in the same predicament with people who don't believe in spanking. so is it even worth it. i know it worked on me and my siblings but it just seems like the generation of kids these days r just a different breed..
i mean , imagine, my husband and i were called out of church to go get our kids because my triplets were in the sunday school huddled together on the other side of the room from the other kids holding hands while throwing a fit. i mean it was a spectacle even for the group of 3-5 year olds watching in amazement and probably shocked at the unisom with which the girls threw their fit.
we walked thru the door and silence. except for the ocassional sniffles u know when u have cried for a bit and u r still shuddering and siffling after its all done.
oh, they knew they were going to get it when they got home but it didn't stop them the next week when i was shopping with them and the girls decided to strip to their pull ups and run in different directions all over the store when i attempted to try on a little jacket on one of them. of cause this was hilarious to them but where do i categorise this?
we r just being mischevious kids
or just being plain ole bad regardless of the consequences.
hmm
is that a grey strand?
Saturday, January 20, 2007
identity crisis or brain washing?
There is something that has been harboring on my mind for a bit now. i have noticed something that happens to be reocurring amongst people i have been talking to the last several yrs.
for starters, i was talking to a girlfriend of mine the other day, and she was complaining about her situation, she just recently quit her job, she had been working at a bank for the last yr or so. why did u quit ur job now? did u have other prospects? these where the ist things outta my mouth.
she just said she was tired. her manager was just unbearable, difficult to deal with, unreasonble deadlines and such a big micromanager. i said hmm. was it that unbearable? while thinking in my mind girl, ur circumstances now can't afford u a job loss. my girlfriend is very recently separated from her husband. they had been married under a yr and to top it off she had a new baby probably about a mth old. the whole situation was ugly n the bobo was not the least bit trying to be supportive. but that is yarn for another day back to my point. anyways so what nxt lady? my gfriend had no clue. the thing is she has a bachelors degree in computer information systems. she however has not worked a day with the degree. right after graduation, she left 4 naija n only came back when that stupid bobo lurred her back to the states. anyways, she started working in the banking industry when she couldn't get a job wiv her degree due to the usual "lack of experience" abeg how r we supposed to get experience wiv out getting a job ist.
so what kind of job r u going to look 4 now. she says my sister i don't know. honestly the computer field is not even really my passion. u know how it is when ur paretns r footing the bill u have to do whatever major suits their sole or makes u them the proud paretns. the options r always law, medicine, banking or pharmacy and thanks to the computer boom some yrs back and computers.
she goes on to say that she feels like she ahs been soo brain washed that she doesn't even know what it is she wants to do jare. besides the usuall, dr, lawyer, pharmacy n computer gigs what else would u rather do? gosh! she says again i can't even tell u. it was been so ingraved in us since we were little, the same 'ole dr lawyer stuff, i can't think of an alternative.
at ist i wanted to attribute it to all that she has been tru , u know all the stress n maybe she is just plain confused right now, but i was talking to another friend the other day who was having a similar plight as in she really wanted to switch careers but even if she were to go back to school or just start from scratch, she couldn't get beyond the same choices. dr, lawyer e.t.c
my younger brother has the same plight even though i really want to say that he is going tru one of them akata syndromes, sophomore in college with undecided major? wtf!!!
but he says sis, i can't see or think of anything else besides the same ole dr, laywer e.t.c thing and i know i definately do not want to conform besides my interests do not lie there abeg.
so it got me thinking, are all these folks having some kinda identity crisis or iare we really (as naija kids) that brian washed that we can't even think or pick a career for ourselves besides the same ole dr lawyer and banker likes.
ok lets even think about it even i myself, i am in the medical field, i am a nurse, even though i have never practiced a day in my life but when i come to think of it, when i came to this country, my major was pre med, i think every one always wanted to be a dr growing up. i i think it maybe largely due to the fact that my parents wanted me to be a dr, and as things turned the nursing boom got the better of me ojare, withthe demand and how much these agencies are willing to pay and not to mention the fact that i wouldn't have to spend half my life slaving over books in the library for yrs studying in med school and the recidencies and all, i took the easier route oh. but come to think of it,i can't think of anything else that i would want to do besides the medical field so have i been brain washd also or is this just an innate preference or what?
brain washing , identity crisis, or just plain lack of sense of direction which is it?
for starters, i was talking to a girlfriend of mine the other day, and she was complaining about her situation, she just recently quit her job, she had been working at a bank for the last yr or so. why did u quit ur job now? did u have other prospects? these where the ist things outta my mouth.
she just said she was tired. her manager was just unbearable, difficult to deal with, unreasonble deadlines and such a big micromanager. i said hmm. was it that unbearable? while thinking in my mind girl, ur circumstances now can't afford u a job loss. my girlfriend is very recently separated from her husband. they had been married under a yr and to top it off she had a new baby probably about a mth old. the whole situation was ugly n the bobo was not the least bit trying to be supportive. but that is yarn for another day back to my point. anyways so what nxt lady? my gfriend had no clue. the thing is she has a bachelors degree in computer information systems. she however has not worked a day with the degree. right after graduation, she left 4 naija n only came back when that stupid bobo lurred her back to the states. anyways, she started working in the banking industry when she couldn't get a job wiv her degree due to the usual "lack of experience" abeg how r we supposed to get experience wiv out getting a job ist.
so what kind of job r u going to look 4 now. she says my sister i don't know. honestly the computer field is not even really my passion. u know how it is when ur paretns r footing the bill u have to do whatever major suits their sole or makes u them the proud paretns. the options r always law, medicine, banking or pharmacy and thanks to the computer boom some yrs back and computers.
she goes on to say that she feels like she ahs been soo brain washed that she doesn't even know what it is she wants to do jare. besides the usuall, dr, lawyer, pharmacy n computer gigs what else would u rather do? gosh! she says again i can't even tell u. it was been so ingraved in us since we were little, the same 'ole dr lawyer stuff, i can't think of an alternative.
at ist i wanted to attribute it to all that she has been tru , u know all the stress n maybe she is just plain confused right now, but i was talking to another friend the other day who was having a similar plight as in she really wanted to switch careers but even if she were to go back to school or just start from scratch, she couldn't get beyond the same choices. dr, lawyer e.t.c
my younger brother has the same plight even though i really want to say that he is going tru one of them akata syndromes, sophomore in college with undecided major? wtf!!!
but he says sis, i can't see or think of anything else besides the same ole dr, laywer e.t.c thing and i know i definately do not want to conform besides my interests do not lie there abeg.
so it got me thinking, are all these folks having some kinda identity crisis or iare we really (as naija kids) that brian washed that we can't even think or pick a career for ourselves besides the same ole dr lawyer and banker likes.
ok lets even think about it even i myself, i am in the medical field, i am a nurse, even though i have never practiced a day in my life but when i come to think of it, when i came to this country, my major was pre med, i think every one always wanted to be a dr growing up. i i think it maybe largely due to the fact that my parents wanted me to be a dr, and as things turned the nursing boom got the better of me ojare, withthe demand and how much these agencies are willing to pay and not to mention the fact that i wouldn't have to spend half my life slaving over books in the library for yrs studying in med school and the recidencies and all, i took the easier route oh. but come to think of it,i can't think of anything else that i would want to do besides the medical field so have i been brain washd also or is this just an innate preference or what?
brain washing , identity crisis, or just plain lack of sense of direction which is it?
intro
I can't believe that i am actually doing this. it feels like having a dairy like we did in high school days but only this time its up 4 grabs 4 anyone who is willing to read. its a new expereince 4 me so pls bear with me. i haven't had a blogging 101 course yet so as we go along, if i break any one of the blogging commandments abeg, pardon me!
well for starters i guess i can introduce my self, my name is bunmi, i am married with a set of 3yr old triplets, hail from ijebuode in ogun state, nigeria. i currently reside in atlanta wiv my nuclear family.
This is just simly going to be about the rantings of a suburban mom. or whatver the course leads who knows.
well for starters i guess i can introduce my self, my name is bunmi, i am married with a set of 3yr old triplets, hail from ijebuode in ogun state, nigeria. i currently reside in atlanta wiv my nuclear family.
This is just simly going to be about the rantings of a suburban mom. or whatver the course leads who knows.
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