I'm As Mad As Hell----Single Mothers
Without Prejudice
My daughter has taken up " I'm As Mad As Hell" as an anthem, and as we live close so have I. The original saying from the Movie, Network, screamed out by the Aussie actor, Peter Finch,
" I'm As Mad As Hell And I'm Not Taking It Anymore "
We keep saying it to each other as we work or yell it out the front when we are pretty sure no one is around.
We know that the world is run by men's rules, ( this is enough to send some women into depression, mainly as they know that all men are happy to acknowledge they are " selfish " )
We have both been single mothers at times and know there is no harder job in the world. For years we have put the needs of others before ourselves but now we are looking after "us ".
When you are used to putting the needs of others before yourself it is very difficult to give up the habit. Harder than you can imagine. For us it has always been kids, more kids and then kids. But most of them now are independent and understanding our theology, help back. Thank God the majority are males we have raised successfully.
They are mannered, thoughtful, don't do drugs, drink alcohol, fight or smoke. They leave that to their crazy Mother, Aunts and Grandmother. We are vicious when riled. We have had it too hard and that has made us the people we are today. The boys are lovely and a credit to many women who have helped to raise them. It takes a village to raise one child, we have a community of women who have helped raise eight kids.
We believe in support in numbers.
We, Yvette and I gave lifted our game by putting ourselves front and centre after years of living in the background.
For example, Yvette needed major dental work recently, her fella did't care about her teeth but she did. After paying private health insurance for the recommended time she was still loathe to get it done. She cancelled appointments and in the end I grabbed her by the hand and took her there. It was painful and bloody but now she smiles a great big smile and looks fabulous. Her fella continues to suffer abcesses and pain.
I knew she would love it.
From then on she has been uttering the phrase " I'm as mad......
Maybe she thinks in her forties it's her time.
But all we know is that since her " makeover" she has become a different person. I have always believed that if you raise the self esteem of the woman in a relationship you raise all the standards. My oldest brother is very honest as a male and was the one that said " all men are selfish bastards" " and " women are much more nurturing and caring "
With that knowledge and raising five males as Single Mothers, we have the right idea at long last. We HAVE to put our needs first.
Just recently we transformed the garden, front and back, all by ourselves. Admittedly an old friend,
male, helped and Yvette's fella Pete a little, but the majority of the work was done by us. We found huge Agave's and Yucca's that we dragged home, raked and dug the dirt out the front, that was rutted, weedy and intensely muddy in Winter.
We enjoyed it. In fact we loved it.
My raise in self esteem came from my writing. I am a major contributor to a travel website which I started just by describing places that I have loved staying at. They give me awards which is very nice.
And with my blog I write a lot of real life stories, slices of a chaotic family life that the readers seem to like. A lot of them, all over the World.
I write of real life. Family life and how as a family we have gone from untidy chaos to a well oiled machine that works. We take the blows but don't cry anymore and hope that things will get better. We take life in our own hands and wrestle it to the ground and claim it as ours, mistakes and all.
We nest, we inspire, we praise the boys when they are good, ignore them when they are horrible and discipline them when they are naughty.
Just recently some rat fink, stole my car, a car I had bought off one of my Grandsons. Of course I cried a little. I knew how hard he worked to get it and do it up. I know how hard I worked to buy it off him. I know I loved that car. A real workhorse. Beautiful straight panels, original.
But rather than kowtow to the thieves and evil, by the next morning I was walking to the shops. And every single one of my Grandsons was on the doorstep, offering their love and support. I was humbled and still am.
Love Nette
My daughter has taken up " I'm As Mad As Hell" as an anthem, and as we live close so have I. The original saying from the Movie, Network, screamed out by the Aussie actor, Peter Finch,
" I'm As Mad As Hell And I'm Not Taking It Anymore "
We keep saying it to each other as we work or yell it out the front when we are pretty sure no one is around.
We know that the world is run by men's rules, ( this is enough to send some women into depression, mainly as they know that all men are happy to acknowledge they are " selfish " )
We have both been single mothers at times and know there is no harder job in the world. For years we have put the needs of others before ourselves but now we are looking after "us ".
When you are used to putting the needs of others before yourself it is very difficult to give up the habit. Harder than you can imagine. For us it has always been kids, more kids and then kids. But most of them now are independent and understanding our theology, help back. Thank God the majority are males we have raised successfully.
They are mannered, thoughtful, don't do drugs, drink alcohol, fight or smoke. They leave that to their crazy Mother, Aunts and Grandmother. We are vicious when riled. We have had it too hard and that has made us the people we are today. The boys are lovely and a credit to many women who have helped to raise them. It takes a village to raise one child, we have a community of women who have helped raise eight kids.
We believe in support in numbers.
We, Yvette and I gave lifted our game by putting ourselves front and centre after years of living in the background.
For example, Yvette needed major dental work recently, her fella did't care about her teeth but she did. After paying private health insurance for the recommended time she was still loathe to get it done. She cancelled appointments and in the end I grabbed her by the hand and took her there. It was painful and bloody but now she smiles a great big smile and looks fabulous. Her fella continues to suffer abcesses and pain.
I knew she would love it.
From then on she has been uttering the phrase " I'm as mad......
Maybe she thinks in her forties it's her time.
But all we know is that since her " makeover" she has become a different person. I have always believed that if you raise the self esteem of the woman in a relationship you raise all the standards. My oldest brother is very honest as a male and was the one that said " all men are selfish bastards" " and " women are much more nurturing and caring "
With that knowledge and raising five males as Single Mothers, we have the right idea at long last. We HAVE to put our needs first.
Just recently we transformed the garden, front and back, all by ourselves. Admittedly an old friend,
male, helped and Yvette's fella Pete a little, but the majority of the work was done by us. We found huge Agave's and Yucca's that we dragged home, raked and dug the dirt out the front, that was rutted, weedy and intensely muddy in Winter.
We enjoyed it. In fact we loved it.
My raise in self esteem came from my writing. I am a major contributor to a travel website which I started just by describing places that I have loved staying at. They give me awards which is very nice.
And with my blog I write a lot of real life stories, slices of a chaotic family life that the readers seem to like. A lot of them, all over the World.
I write of real life. Family life and how as a family we have gone from untidy chaos to a well oiled machine that works. We take the blows but don't cry anymore and hope that things will get better. We take life in our own hands and wrestle it to the ground and claim it as ours, mistakes and all.
We nest, we inspire, we praise the boys when they are good, ignore them when they are horrible and discipline them when they are naughty.
Just recently some rat fink, stole my car, a car I had bought off one of my Grandsons. Of course I cried a little. I knew how hard he worked to get it and do it up. I know how hard I worked to buy it off him. I know I loved that car. A real workhorse. Beautiful straight panels, original.
But rather than kowtow to the thieves and evil, by the next morning I was walking to the shops. And every single one of my Grandsons was on the doorstep, offering their love and support. I was humbled and still am.
Love Nette
