Category: Miesblog

Finally I think I may have enough courage to write this blog … Courage I say, because I don’t intend to ridicule anyone, yet at the same time I need to stay close to the facts for this is an account of the life of the riches(t).

Not all of you may know this about me, but I live in a very ‘delightful’ neighbourhood, where only a ‘lucky’ few seem to end up in this lifetime. Most of my friends have mansions of course and even though butlers have gone out of fashion, no one is too proud to have an au pair. After all, juggling ‘2.4 children’ and an entire estate whilst you are also expected to be sporty, drink coffees, and go out to lunch with the ‘girls’ is a heck of a job. One that many working people truly underestimate….

Mornings are started at a fast pace…a quick jump into the ‘Juicy Couture’ trainers and it’s off to school with the kids in humongous cars with divine Italian or sturdy German names in dull colours but with great potence. Once back home, and after a few coffee’s with friends to catch up on all the ongoing gossip of the past 24 hours, it’s time for some action. Tennis, yoga, fitness, jogging, golfing all very adequate sports to partake in. One  particular friend has decided that instead of having to cramp her car into a parking space at the local gym, it is much easier to have someone come to the house for yoga lessons, so for convenience sake, the ‘girls’ do ‘twirls’ on the upstairs balcony whilst the workmen labour around the house. I often wonder what these men must think of these stretch and bend sessions, but I have the sneaky suspicion that they enjoy them just as much as my friend does !!

After all this sportiness, the stomach  is famished  peckish and so a lunch seems more than appropriate… a few friends are rendez-vous’ed and a venue is chosen….chitter chatter time! A favourite topic is men, the lack of, or the inconvenience or sometimes even a rare moment of true appreciation of them. By now, more than half of the ladies are either divorced, widowed or separated and those that are still stuck in a marriage are desperate to either stay in it or find a safe way out.  It is not always an easy thing to be in you see, most men around here work long and far away hours…of course with some much needed golf and Grand Prix breaks to somewhat alleviate their job ‘stressation’ !! Showing their faces at home rarely but instinctively at exactly the right moments, just enough so as not to get the pretty little wife worried or in a notch.

The single women talk long and lengthy about all their new conquests and lovers, leaving some of the marriage struck ones feeling slightly unappreciated, jealous…and wondering whether it would be manageable to have a lover ‘on the side’. (Just to be clear about this, yes, it is very possible for most, were it not that they are exhausted at the end of the day from all the rushing around and dealing with kids and mansion stuff..!!!)

Nearly 4pm and most schools are out, the big rush hours set in….jumping back into the Juicy-butt-print and helping the kids look for a lost rabbit on the home tenniscourt, as the poor soul was left to think it was his new home, being an upper class rabbit and all…. the afternoon stress sets in…and many more crisis situations need to be dealt with, phonecalls, homework, childrens sports activities, nobel-peace-prize- mediation between the kids and a healthy (preferably home-deliverded) meal. All is juggled and managed only well by delegating very clearly what one wants and expects from the live-in-help !!!

Thank goodness, otherwise most of these ‘poor’ mothers would go insane with all these time consuming chores. Then again stress is a great excuse to get a massage and that is something everyone around here loves and indulges in…but lets not get side-tracked.

Time for a sip of wine….well, to continue the flow that started at lunchtime anyway…just to take the edge off, after all it has been a more than hectic day and there is nothing like a good rosé to make up for it at times like these !!

After dinner kids are off to bed, quick kiss and chat, and then back downstairs where all has been neatly tucked away and cleaned by the lovely Filipina-multi-functional-lady…. time to relax and enjoy before the hubby gets home. Finally just before the tenth yawn the front door is unlocked and Mr. Husband announces his precense. Greated by left overs or at times no dinner at all and a wife in an expensive but worn down track suit, with a distinct stench whiff of alcohol, he offers her a peck on the cheek and subsequently turns on the sports channel….now it’s his time to relax and enjoy !! A quick and very brief account of the day is done and off to bed goes the wife, whilst hubby dear watches sports and sex marathons on tv.

I trust I have left you with an accurate yet lasting impression of just another ordinary day in the life of the riches(t) for now…..

Watched an interview today with Joshua Radin, my newfound favourite musical artist, he was lovely, even though that may not feel like a compliment to a man, but he was. Something he said struck me. He referred to his best friend and said, that they often joked around saying it would be great to both be gay, as they always have such fun, and laugh so much together as a pair, whereas, it seems hard to find a girl nowadays that makes him laugh.

Thing is, he’s right…we sometimes seem to forget that there is a ‘smile’ function to our ‘facial-grimace-option-board which makes us so much more attractive a person !!!

I attended a beautiful wedding this past weekend, and once again met up with estranged family members, whom I had not spoken to since my separation. Every single one of them made an effort to come talk to me and to ask me how I was doing. Very kind and heartfelt indeed. It has been 4 years now and the worst part is over as far as I’m concerned, of course some things remain painful (like seeing your children on the laps of the ex husband and girlfriend on the front row seats witnessing a family wedding ceremony, that I was a part of for nearly 20 years, whilst standing somewhere in the crowd now….wondering how it happened that I became so easily ‘replaceable’ …) but a strangers’ kind words can be soothing, and I am thankful once again for being comforted by such a loving soul at exactly the right moment !!!

Having reassured everyone of how well I am doing, with a big smile on my face, one person said to me, ‘….and after all this pain, you can still speak with a smile on your face’. Yes, I can, for there comes a point that you decide you want your life to become important again and worthwhile. Of course a lot of dreams disappeared or became impossible (for now), but so many other dreams and possibilities have taken over. New challenges and adventures galore.

Life did not end for me, it is just a new beginning !

Smiling does not mean there is no pain, it just helps us find the positives life has to offer. It helps us see the world through hopeful eyes. You never know what disaster may strike next so our time here should best be enjoyed and cherished !

A good friend of mine recently received devastating news. She has cancer. Tears of desperation have been shed and her whole world including her family’s has been turned upside down, but I know that she will be fine, because she has determination, and a hopeful spirit, and oh boy can she still make great jokes, and crack us up !!!
I greatly admire her, for her courage and life loving spirit. I look forward to celebrating with her next year that she too will have survived her trials and tribulations, smiling, even through the tears !!!

So a message to women (and men) all over, keep smiling, for it will attract a great many a friend into your hearts. The world just looks and feels better when you elude in happiness and smiles !!! =)

PS. May you all please support Pink Ribbon, and help many many women keep their smiles !!! =)

Isn’t that exactly what we all seem to avoid doing saying, and even in those cases where we finally say what we need to say, sometimes it comes out ‘all wrong’….as is often the case with me. I either truly say too much or just not enough of what I should. I’m learning though…slowly but steadily, to speak my mind and it’s become easier now that I am getting to know my out-of-control-psyche…just a tad.

It’s always baffled me that some people just know exactly how things are supposed to be, their minds are clear, straight lines, no loopholes, just plain and simple. Mine isn’t, it’s a constant chaos of what ‘if’s’ and what ‘may’s’ …never ending discussions and options, in one ear and out the other, continuous confusion, mayhem and turbulence….havocking  my ‘upstairs attic room’.

I find it exhausting at times, yet wouldn’t want it any other way….as it’s exactly what makes me, ME. However, I so admire those with clearer views and outlined barriers. I guess it’s like an interior, mine is crowded, cluttered and very lived in, but others live in minimalism often optimally maximizing their options and capacities that way !!

I’m in constant struggle with the ‘shadows in my head’ always wondering which voice to listen to and why…endless discussions good and bad, a waterfall of emotions streaming through now and again, after each big storm, befogging thoughts… but in the end bringing calmness and clarity for a little while, till the next downpour.

It’s like living on a different plane, and ‘odd-dimensional’ layer, one that feels alive but invincible…kind of like the one you sometimes feel you’re in after watching an action movie, where the hero, went through the toughest combats and battles ever, yet, survived and triumphed all, with barely a scratch to show for it…and leaving you in (his) euphoric exaltation.

That kind of almighty perception, is what seems to be what continuously lives in my ‘mind-attic’.

So…having unveiled the insidesghts of  my ‘top chamber’, and probably leaving you thinking I am absolutely bonkers, rest assured that it keeps me living the vida loca, that I so love to dwell in. Looking forward to what comes next, always !!