ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WORMS

I’m pretty competitive, even if I do pretend not to be. I can’t help it and so, I’m gonna blame human nature. Yes, that’s it. Human nature. We are hardwired in wanting to succeed and if you believe what that guy — Freud — says about humans, we are inherently selfish twats with an innate competitiveness that drives our psyche. Something like that – don’t quote me, I did psychology 101 about a gazillion years ago and we all know I have the memory capacity of a goldfish

Anyway, moving along. The point of this drivel is that I am competitive, ergo, I don’t like losing. Losing gives me that slight twinge in the guts. Losing feels like there’s a mean spirited gnat buzzing near my ear telling me that I failed at something, no matter how insignificant it is. But of course, it’s not true and I know this to be the case. Rationally, I understand that “failing” is an important part of life and an integral part of learning and developing skills to achieve success. Failure helps us to grow. 

However, despite this, I’m still driven by my competitiveness and dislike of losing. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be happy with a participation award. Not everyone should be a winner. 

Suffice to say, our household is pretty competitive, but in a good way. We don’t condone smack talking and tall poppy syndrome is non-existent. We give merit where merit is due.

So when it comes to being a good role model for the children, it can sometimes get tricky. Why do you ask? Because I can be a bloody sore loser.

As we are in our sixth lockdown, we’ve started a routine where as a family we play games after dinner and most weekends. It alternates between Monopoly Deal (card game) and Worms W.M.D. (Nintendo video game). To my absolute embarrassment, I suck at both. Actually, that’s a lie. I am as good as my 4-year-old boy, and that’s saying something. We keep a score board for Monopoly Deal just for kicks and guess where I sit on the leaderboard. Yeah, bottom last, beneath the 4-year-old, who plays with his cards open on the floor for all to see. What does that tell you? That my strategy skills are so poor it’s a miracle I’m not homeless. I believe I’m at 6 wins to about 25 for the husband and daughter, and 10 for the son.

As for Worms, remember that game? You play as little worms armed with a bunch of artillery and the aim of the game is to kill your opponents. Whoever has the last surviving worm wins. It was called Worms Armageddon about twenty years ago. I was a gun at it back in the day, or at least, that’s what I keep telling my family but no one believes me. And I can’t even blame them given my track record so far. But really, how am I supposed to win when my worms are ALWAYS placed in precarious positions? My worms are always sitting on a ledge or at the base of a hill where they can get batted off into the ocean and die. I keep telling them of my suspicions that the tiny computer person inside the Nintendo game is biased towards me and that’s why I keep losing. That and because everyone keeps ganging up on me.

Do I sound like a sore loser? I do, don’t I? Sigh. I hate losing.

Anyway, after several months of this losing streak, I’ve come to a realisation and acceptance. Yeah, losing can suck, but there’s good in losing too. I don’t play to win anymore. I play to spend time with my family. I play to help my children develop strategic and critical thinking skills. I play to help them develop social and cognitive skills. I play to show them the value of family time.

So in essence, while my children are winning and I am losing like it’s my job, we are actually winning as a family.  

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I’M BACK!

Hello everyone! How are you all? I’ve finally cleared enough off my plate and in a good headspace to write and interact on blogland again. I’ve missed this, being able to reflect and journal my emotions, thoughts and experiences. For the last two months, I’ve been under the pump trying to survive another lockdown – our sixth – playing cheerleader to the 8-year-old daughter doing remote home learning (who is suffering from lockdown fatigue and missing friends), acting as a jester to the 4-year-old son who needs constant attention (or will break sh$t or injure himself when left to own devices), relegated to the servant and cook for all, and mustering energy at night to study. It’s been mentally and physically exhausting! I’m amazed at how people who work full time or even part time, are able to juggle studying and home life. Kudos to them! 

The upsides to lockdown are that as a family, we spend more time together playing card games (Monopoly Deal), computer games (Worms WMD), watching movies, and going for family walks. Unfortunately, there are a heap of downsides too. We haven’t seen family or friends for almost two months, considering there was only about a week between the fifth and sixth lockdowns. The kids are missing out on social interaction and educational development. Collectively, we do less exercise, do too much screen time (for school, work and leisure), and eat poorly. I’ve become a pro at avoiding other humans, and I fear that when I’m let loose in society again, I’ll probably have to work on my conversational skills and maintaining eye contact. Feels weird these days to look people in the eye.

What else have I been up to? Let’s see. There’s been comfort eating. Checking COVID rates. More eating and gaining of weight. Complaining of said weight to the only other adult in the house (who isn’t faring any better, in my opinion). That’s about it. It’s the sixth lockdown people… eating is the only pleasure I’m allowed. I’m no longer baking my own bread or plucking my eyebrows. I’ll be lucky to make it out with my sanity intact. 

Anyway, I’m hoping that by getting back to writing, maybe I stave off the madness of lockdown and the binge eating that comes with it. For those who don’t follow me on Facebook, I’ve included some of the highlights of my days. Enjoy!

Hope to be back to regular posting now that I’ve finished studies for the year.

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BLOG BREAK

Hi everyone, I thought I’d better to a quick post to inform you of what’s been happening and why I’ve been blog silent!

Last week, the husband and children did a 6 hour road trip to visit the grandparents while I stayed home to attend face-to-face classes for one of my courses. I had 4 nights to myself and I have to admit that it was like a holiday without a husband and children. I got to eat whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted. I could throw my dirty clothes on the bathroom floor without worrying about being a good role model. I binged on chips, ice cream and takeaway. I went out to the movies and had dinners with girlfriends. I slept in! It was so nice being alone for a few days. But I did miss them and it felt weird not having any responsibilities. It was also strange not having a body to warm my cold feet at night.

A day after returning from the road trip, my 4 year old son threw a tantrum when I made him have quiet time and said no to screen time. He screamed “I know you don’t love me and you wish I wasn’t never born and that’s why you don’t let me do anything and I can’t watch tv.” Heavy, right? How the hell do you respond to that?! I tried giving him a cuddle to calm him down. Eventually, I asked if he wanted a bath and that stopped the tantrum and tears. We had a chat afterwards about how hurtful his words were. I’ll admit his tantrum had me wishing for an extended holiday.

Anyhow, other than being bogged down with studies and family commitments, I don’t really have a moment to spare. So this post is just to let you know that I’ll probably be absent from social media and blogging for a while. Until I post again, keep well and happy folks!