Lately, the stress levels at the Zoo has been escalating due partly to this being the final term exams period. My temper levels have also being soaring from having to deal with a variety of service issues involving the outsourcing of my domestic cleaning services to my Personal Assistant. My hectic schedule juggling jobs as a personal chauffeur, kitchen stockist, personal tutor and managing my lunch catering business for my two exclusive young clients coupled with my "I-can-do-it-all-don't-want-to-let-go-attitude", has meant that ME TIME and lunch outings with friends have been put way down the bottom of my To Do list, until recently.
It was therefore a much welcomed breath of fresh air when I went out on two lunch dates for two consecutive weeks with a mixture of old friends. I particularly enjoyed my first lunch date with a good friend of mine; our boys share the exact same birth date, less than 12 hours apart. We exchanged stories of our little menaces, their individual milestones and their missions to test their Mummy's boundaries! Though she raised an eye-brow or two when I told her of the corporal punishments that I mete out on my Zoo inhabitants ranging from the ages of 3 to 13, she could feel my exasperation at the various battles that I have to deal with on a daily basis with my four beloved monkeys. My friend, Gin, specialises in people development.
Her word of advice to me, which I constantly remind myself, is :
"Lose the small battles, to win the war".
This is sometimes easier said than done, especially when one is hovering around like a little dynamite with a short fuse!
~ Written by an exasperated Mother-of-Four-Little-Darlings
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and who is constantly working at lengthening her infamous short fuse!
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