Friday In House News...

 Weekend hailings....

FRIDAY MEMO

Hello!!!

Its a really beautiful day and one especially to be thankful to God for everything...I dont know about you but i am in a thanksgiving mood.

I no get too much to talk, wanna quickly dash out to buy fruits.....Feel making smoothie with assorted fruits.....something coconuty and strawberrish..lol

Enjoy the day!

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD

When I had my first, he had colic for three months, and it was hell. Nothing  worked for his Colic. He always looked like he was in pain with a big tummy that looked bloated. He was always screaming non stop through out the night. My sisters and I would stay up all night because of him. He also threw up a lot.

He had a bad case of reflux. Everybody encouraged me to keep going strong, that it would all end by the time he was twelve weeks, and I really looked forward to finally having a good night .
Three months came, and gladly the colic stopped, but his reflux worsened, and he still wasn’t sleeping.
He was so sensitive to light and sound that when he finally sleeps, which is a short four hour period during the day, he could sense when you flicked the light switch and he would wake up.
By the time he was six months old, I knew he was neurodivergent . His sensitivity to sound and light had increased so much going to church, market, salon was a burden, and the loud noises and machine noises triggered major melt downs.

He loved the sound of the washing machine, though, and watching the tub spin really calmed him down. As he grew older between the ages of one and three, it was obvious he was autistic ( high functioning).

The spinning, tiptoeing, obsession over his toy trucks, wheels, arrangement, and all. Even the way he scattered the house was in the same routine every day.
I had stopped going to church by the time he was three. After staying outside the church for more than a year while service was going on, my church decided to put a big speaker right at our spot.
We got help, and he started sleeping during the night for a bit longer with the help of medications.
I had started researching early about autism, neurodivergency as a whole, around the time he was six months old, reading all the books I could lay my hands on. I have been doing everything to help, including home schooling.
It's been an interesting journey of learning and unlearning, especially since my other two kids are neurodivergent too.
I will be sharing my journey in the next few posts.

According to google - ''Neurodivergency simply means that a person’s brain works differently from what’s considered typical, creating natural variations in how they think, learn, and experience the world''.

OH I SEE NOW...this is why you home school your kids?Thank you so much for talking about this... A lot of people the fact that their kids have autism as if its a curse.....I also just discovered that some people develop adult autism and i was quite shocked...
Please teach us about it ooooh....

one more question...When will you allow them to mix with other kids?Is autism hereditary or something that occurs when something happens to the pregnancy?

Thank you sweetie....

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TEACHER LIFE
Something happened recently in my class. It’s funny now but at the time, all I could think was what if?
It was snack time, close to dismissal. The usual routine.
“Miss C, unwrap my biscuit.”
“Miss C, help me open my water bottle.”
Then I noticed one boy sitting quietly, struggling with what looked like a juice sachet. I let him be. Independence, right?
After a while, he gave up and came to me.
“Miss C, help me with this.”
When he placed it in my hand, I almost screamed.
Two sachets of Chelsea gin.
I blinked. Looked again. Haaa.
I immediately called his mum.
“Madam, why is Chelsea gin inside your son’s lunch bag?”
She screamed louder than I did. She explained she had just returned from a trip that afternoon and didn’t pack his bag herself. She was sure it was her sister-in-law who brought him to school.
Less than 20 minutes later, she was in school. I had already shown the sachets to the Headmistress and explained everything. HM laughed and said, “These parents will not kill me oh.”
The sister-in-law admitted she bought the gin for herself, dropped it in the child’s bag while rushing, and simply forgot to remove it.
Everybody laughed But I didn’t.
All I could think was: what if he had ingested it? What if he had shared it with another child? What if no one noticed?
This is not about blame. It’s about awareness.
Children trust us completely. They don’t know what’s safe and what’s not. That responsibility is ours—as parents and as caregivers. Please, let’s slow down. Let’s check bags. Let’s double-check snacks.
Because sometimes, it’s not the big dangers we plan for—it’s the small, careless moments that carry the biggest risks.
And that day, two sachets of gin reminded me just how fragile safety can be.

WHAT!!!!....I dont even find it funny!...If that child had gotten drunk under your watch and hurt himself, they will blame you!

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

I know this man who separated from his wife and moved in with a cougar who is two times his age.

 It all started when, after his marriage crashed, he approached someone about his jobless state which I believe was partially the reason his marriage failed, and that individual introduced him to an acquittance, who had received a building project from this rich Cougar.

On sighting the young man, the rich woman was attracted to him and singled him out from amongst all the men the contractor had brought for the building project.

 After the project was completed, the cougar gave him one of the apartment in the building to live, but things started to spiral out of control when the woman wanted to reduce the man to a domestic errand. I think that this behaviour rubbed the man the wrong way, who didn't expect to warm the woman's bed and still run errands for her. 

They started to have problems and the man suddenly vacated the apartment but he couldn't stay away for too long. He called the woman and begged, and she accepted him on the ground that he would run errands for her and she would pay him. 

The issue now is that, the woman thinks that the man is with her for her money and she would use him however she deemed fit, while the man also thinks that the woman is taking advantage of his situation to pay him peanuts.

 In my opinion, if the man warms her bed, she should compensate him well financially. Also, since the man has exposed his weakness (marital woes) to her, she would use to her advantage because she knows he has nowhere to go. I concluded that both are with each other for motives and they should take responsibility for their actions. What do you think?

It is a transactional thing so he should behave himself, do the job well and she should behave herself and pay well....

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TO PARENTS WITH THE BOY CHILD

Parenting boys is not just about feeding them and paying school fees.
It is about correcting the small lies before they become manipulation.
It is about teaching consent before hormones awaken.
It is about disciplining disrespect before it becomes abuse.
It is about monitoring screens before screens mentor them.
It is about modeling emotional control before anger becomes violence.

A boy who is never corrected does not become confident.
He becomes dangerous.
A boy who is never taught empathy does not become strong.
He becomes entitled.
A boy who is never held accountable does not become free.
He becomes a slave to impulse.
And society will not say, “His mother was tired.”
Society will only say, “Another irresponsible young man.”

Mothers, fathers…the “small small” things matter.
The rude reply.
The secret phone.
The disrespect to his sister.
The joke about girls’ bodies.
The anger you excuse because “he’s a boy.”
Every uncorrected seed grows.
The question is what are we planting?
Let’s raise boys who apologize.
Boys who respect boundaries.
Boys who can cry without shame.
Boys who protect, not prey.
Boys who understand that strength is self-control.
Because the catastrophe we fear tomorrow
often begins with the neglect we permit today.
Let’s do better not louder, not angrier but intentional.

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