Wednesday, 12 September 2012

The Facebook Fast

And so, those of you who know me on facebook may have noticed that, at some point, in the last few weeks I disappeared. It's true, in a sense I did and there are reasons for it.
Through a series of circumstances I've come to a point where I have had to examine my life, my time management skills (non-existent) and my priorities. This may all sound like a good thing, but it really wasn't, being very honest with oneself is rarely fun or enjoyable.
But my realisation was this: I spent up to six hours a day on facebook and various other apps and sites talking to people (yes, you can read stalking people if you like) and what this meant was that for that period of time I wasn't living in any sense of immediate reality. I was distracted from life in general and largely inaccessible to those around me.
I have three kids who deserve to be at the top of my list of priorities. A house to clean. And a marriage that, I admit, really needed some work!
I was a social media junkie using the internet as a distraction from reality. I was hiding from life by creating a world I could control.
How is that for total honesty?

And so, I committed to a month away from facebook and twitter. I deleted all apps from my phone that enabled that sort of connectivity. Except for email, seriously, I wasn't going back to snail mail. That would have put me in 'lock-up-the-crazy-woman' territory. And Pinterest.

I wanted to see what my life would look like without the crutches.

To be honest, it's boring.

I miss seeing what is happening in other people's lives, sharing snippets of my own and reading responses. I miss chatting to people. I miss supporting people and being supported. Heck, it's hard!

But I've got to admit, it's been worth it. I feel as though I'm in a healthier place for it. My kids are getting more of my attention. I actually have conversations with Pieter that don't just revolve around the logistics of existing under the same roof.
I've resolved unresolved issues in my life.

I don't know if I will go back onto facebook. The lure is that, for many of my friends, it is the only form of communication we have. And I do miss them. I have just under two weeks left of my self-imposed fast and I am committed to sticking it out. I'm guessing that, if my perspective on life in general has changed this drastically in such a short period of time, there may be more changes to come.
And, darn it! I'm pretty sure they all have my email...

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Diy Marble Run

Love this homemade marble run that the frog's kindergarten devised!


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Thursday, 1 March 2012

Stinking Thinking

I have never made it a secret that I suffer from Post Natal Depression. (To the mortification of my family...)

I experienced it 9 years ago when I had The Jord, managed to bypass it with The Frog, but descended into those black depths after having Blossom.

One of my worst parenting moments occurred when The Jord was about a year old, he had just started waddling around on his feet. I sent a text message to Pieter telling him that I couldn't cope with life anymore and told him goodbye.

It is only by God's infinite mercy and grace that Pieter took me seriously and raced home. He found me on our bed counting out antidepressant tablets (they hadn't kicked in yet) trying to figure out how many  I  should take and how many to give The Jord so that he wouldn't be alone until Pieter came home at around 8 o'clock that night.

Judge me if you like.

In my head, I was an unfit mother, after all, the Huggies and Johnson's ads on TV told me that motherhood was supposed to be a state of euphoria. Other opinions from people around me told me that it was a fact that motherhood was instinctive, the maternal instinct would always take over and tell you what to do... Even when your child screams for three solid hours.

(By the way, according to that same opinion people who had depression had weak brains...)

I don't know why PND occurs. I just know that your normal emotional equilibrium becomes very seriously unbalanced. You find yourself in a world of pain and panic attacks. I recall sitting on my bed, shaking and crying and not knowing why. I dreaded night time, sunsets often put me into a state of highly strung nervous tension that culminated in huge blowouts with Pieter and more shaking and crying on my part. And when a lay doctor finally diagnosed me with depression a year after The Jord's birth, I felt a sense of relief.

No, I wasn't going mad, or rather... yes, I was, but it was a manageable kind of mad. Yes, what I was feeling was explainable. And I clung to that diagnosis because it offered me the first ray of hope that the nightmare motherhood seemed to be could become better. I felt so guilty that I wasn't 'whole' enough to be a good mom to The Jord and still blame myself for the social problems he experiences. I still wonder how much of the 'bonding process' was affected by all of this and how the effects are echoing even now.

A year on antidepressants helped me then. But it was a long time before I could face the possibility of a second child.

When I became pregnant with The Frog I planned everything. I prepared myself mentally for his birth and I believe that that helped me alot. And, with him, things happened much easier. He was my 'easy' baby. And, to a degree, he still is.

Blossom was an unplanned surprise. It took me more than half my pregnancy with her to actually come to terms with the fact that I was having another child. I was angry that my life was going to spin off it's axis again. It was only when the scan revealed that I was having a little girl that I felt the first stirrings of excitement.

Does this mean that I don't love my children? Or want them? Absolutely not! I love them beyond reason and wouldn't change it regardless of how frustrating motherhood can be.

Nevertheless, at the moment, I am a recovering depressed mommy.


There is hope for me.

I have started attending a coffee group where they are offering Cognitive Behaviour Therapy and what I have learnt on this course has revolutionised the way I approach life. And we are only two sessions into an eight session course! It's helped me to assess my thought patterns and see where the downward spiral starts. Concepts such as 'catastrophising' have changed things for me.

Just by knowing where the problem lies, is helping me to get a handle on things.

The picture above is an example of one of the exercises this lady did. We had to list the qualities of a Good Mother and alongside the opposite, awful qualities of a Bad Mother. And then I volunteered to be the guinea pig and rate myself on a scale of 0 to 100 where I stood as a mother. 100 being a perfectly good mother and 0 being totally unfit.

When I saw the results I burst into tears. In public. Because I believe that I'm an unfit mother. A belief that is backed up rather solidly by other opinions within my immediate family.
You see, we believe the negative and question the positive. Moreover, we inflate the negative to encompass the positive. Whereas the facts are: I am NOT a bad or unfit mother. I am a good mother. And it doesn't matter what other people's opinions are - that's all they are... opinions. Not facts.

Do I choose to believe the opinions or the facts? Do I base my relationships and interactions with my family based on a few (trashy) opinions or, do I base them on the facts? Should I continue on in an attitude of apology for inflicting my unworthy presence and insignificant self on those around me, or can I now free myself of the shackles that have bound the (surprisingly, ok) person I have become?

I took that picture with my phone to remind me of who I actually am, so I can stop believing the trash.

I am a human being with serious responsibilities, not a doormat. I have rights too. The right to the time it would take to paint my toenails without having to jump up to pour a cup of juice/make a sandwich/referee the screaming match happening down the hall. The right to use the bathroom alone. To actually enjoy a bath alone. To sleep through the night. To stop cleaning and have a cup of tea - without sharing it.

To live according to my own standards instead of anyone else's expectations.

That's what I believe.

And I'm stronger for it.

And, excuse the language, those who have their expectations and opinions can shove them straight back up their ... where said opinions came from.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Daily Doodle

It's been far too long since I posted here and I've gotten extremely slack of late!
Granted, we have moved house in the meantime, but still...
And so, to get back into the habit of blogging again, I've come up with a plan: my daily doodles.
My sweet husband bought me an awesome smartphone for christmas that allows me to blog photos quickly and very very easily. One snapshot of a precious moment of my day won't kill me and it should get me back into the swing of things.

Todays precious moment is brought to you courtesy of one extremely tired little girl. A little girl who didn't get her afternoon nap (naughty mommy!) And is making up for it at dinnertime...

A Pretty Gift

Good morning world, don't you love this message?
It was a birthday gift from my friend Leonie of Kiwi Mummy Blogs.
Doesn't she make beautiful crafty things?
Love ya Leonie!

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Packing up!

Yup, we're moving...
Which means we're busy! Thankfully Pieter is on leave for three weeks (unfortunate coincidence for him, miraculous blessing for me!)
So I'm not trying to deal with it all on my own.
Pray for us though?

Friday, 6 January 2012

Things I'm Loving!

A brand spanking new start to a brand spanking new year and the fresh promise of potential. Who knows what joy may be waiting just around the corner!
I'm loving the easy rhythm to my days while the boys are on school holidays.
And I'm loving the gift of little girl hair things that Blossom received from her Auntie Keren and the simple but profound pleasure of making my baby girl look pretty.

Monday, 2 January 2012

My creative space...

I've long been obsessed with upcycling or refashioning clothing out of previously used items.
This little outfit was made out of one pillowcase.
And mostly hand sewn.
I found this pillowcase in the local opshop and loved the print.
Quite proud of the results!


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