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When life knocks you down, calmly get back up, smile, and say. "You hit like a bitch."

Secrets.

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Yesterday the boys asked me to spill some beans about when I was a teenager. They wanted me to tell them all the naughty things I did. So I suffered from a bit of amnesia, and really wracked my brains to “remember” what I got up to. So T asked me an outright question. “Did you do any drugs?” Caught slightly off guard, I gathered myself and decided not to lie, so I said “yes I did” I smoked  some weed. Thinking my boys were gonna be dissapointed that their mom was a drug addict, I was greeted with ” COOOOOL!!” Um, not the reaction I was going for here boys! The questions were flying around! “What was it like? How many times did you do that? Did you smoke it?” Well, it wasn’t the most pleasant experience of my life, I did it once, and yes I smoked it. Hated it, but it was the 80’s and I’ve never done anything that stupid again!

They were quite impressed that I told them the truth, (pat pat pat) then wanted to know if I drank alcohol. So I told them that I did, and I told them about the time that Aunty Lielie and I (I had to bring my sister into this, I’m not hanging alone!!) got very drunk in the kitchen when I was 11 and she was 12, we found the bottles of Tia Maria, liqueur and aged brandy and “tested” everything. My parents found us on the kitchen floor, pretty much on the drunk side. Did we get into trouble? Dunno really, can’t remember!!

They wanted me to tell them everything, and I thought it wise to not tell them everything we got up to as teens, we were pretty wild in the 80’s. When they’re 50 I’ll tell them!!

Then I said it was their turn to spill. And spill they did!! My goodness have these two been naughty, nothing too serious, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy, so I’m not allowed to tell all here, it’s mostly pranks and the age old game of  “tok tokkie”. It’s a bit difficult to play that game with gate buzzers, but they make do! Suffice to say, I’m glad they have the freedom to tell me what they get up to with their friends. It was lots of fun telling each other our secrets, at least they don’t think I’m too lame!

Pete also has a few stories up his sleeve, but I think it’s dangerous stuff. I don’t want them to try and do the things Pete got up to with his buds, so he can’t say anything just yet. He basically did the same stuff we did, except making bombs, that we didn’t do!!

Life is getting very interesting these days, I’m totally outnumbered here, at least I can hold my own in this house. Luckily I’m not a very girly girl, a bit of a tomboy actually. At least I’ll get my shopping fix when my sister finishes her contract!!

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” Eleanor Rooseveldt.

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6 thoughts on “Secrets.

  1. I love reading stories about your boys, they sound like a lot of fun. I can almost hear you smiling, and that makes me smile 🙂

  2. Hahaha!!!! They are soooo sweet. It’s stunning to see them trust you. Can’t wait to finish this contract only 1 month and 3 weeks to go. Yay!!!!!

  3. Thanks Mel, that’s such a sweet comment! And you’re right, they are lots of fun, we have good times here!

    1 month and 3 weeks and COUNTING!! Woohoo!! Cant’wait can’t wait can’t wait!!!!!
    They want to do some naughty things with their Aunty this weekend, he he he he!!

  4. You want them to trust you like this honey – WAY better than them keeping secrets! I love the boy stories too 😉

    xxx

  5. WELL DONE FRIEND~~!!!!!You guys are good parents, very real and very human….they will respect you for that, rather than sitting in a lovely glass castle…. xx mwa

  6. Too sweet! I hope my kids don’t ask me what I got up too…x
    I also hope they will trust me enough to tell me secrets! That is so cool! You must rock as a mom! x

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