We had an interesting chat about responsibilities in the home. There was something said about different people having natural tendencies to take on some duties while other duties are not as natural. I generally tend to busy myself with cleaning and kitchen affairs. I'm not sure if it's my gender or personal traits that lead me to do this. I see dirt, I clean dirt. I never analyse it too much. Others, on the other hand might not see anything. Or they might consider letting it accumulate and will deal with it when it gets to their maximum tolerance limit. I like to move furniture around. There is always a better position for every piece. [I was once guilty of doing this at another's home and I broke a table - overkill!] Others don't see that. And we've agreed to be ok with that. In theory. The practical bits are still working themselves out. The point is no longer about who gets to or has to do what. We've set goals that we want to achieve together and we are going to work towards those goals together. Hopefully, each of us will find our way of doing things while walking alongside the other.
I had lunch with the girls. We used to be different, eclectic. That was the charm that tied us together and drove us crazy. When we grated against each other, we peeled off the crusty selfish layers, and exposed the more tender, more human bits. Pam said something about us evolving into the "Cashmere Mafia". As a slightly defiant tomboy, I would never have dreamt of the day that we would be sitting on the terrace, nibbling on cake and ice cream in a place that says it serves Italian Cuisine. We were set on being fearless, brash and harsh, taking over wherever and whatever we encountered. Now we talk about where to get good manicures and the latest popular fitness programs. We complain about the heat while we share tips on baking and hair products. We are those women we used to wonder about when we were younger. When we were forced to tag along to meet mother's friends, we wondered how they spent hours giggling and nibbling. Now, we bring our daughters to these meets. At least, we have somehow learnt to grow together even when we are apart.
Later, we went to watch the Elephants play against the Desert Warriors. While Bony Wilfried did go on to score 2 very important goals, anyone who watched the match will agree that he was just the finisher in each case. Each goal was a story of the cooperative effort of the entire team. Bony was the final kick (or head butt). The whole team worked towards winning that game. What was more surprising was that the start, Yaya, did not shine as we thought he would. He was part of the team and he played as such [a much needed improvement from their 2014 world cup attempts].
The day has ended. It wasn't about a single [wo]man of the match. It is all about us. Together. I am glad.
I had lunch with the girls. We used to be different, eclectic. That was the charm that tied us together and drove us crazy. When we grated against each other, we peeled off the crusty selfish layers, and exposed the more tender, more human bits. Pam said something about us evolving into the "Cashmere Mafia". As a slightly defiant tomboy, I would never have dreamt of the day that we would be sitting on the terrace, nibbling on cake and ice cream in a place that says it serves Italian Cuisine. We were set on being fearless, brash and harsh, taking over wherever and whatever we encountered. Now we talk about where to get good manicures and the latest popular fitness programs. We complain about the heat while we share tips on baking and hair products. We are those women we used to wonder about when we were younger. When we were forced to tag along to meet mother's friends, we wondered how they spent hours giggling and nibbling. Now, we bring our daughters to these meets. At least, we have somehow learnt to grow together even when we are apart.
Later, we went to watch the Elephants play against the Desert Warriors. While Bony Wilfried did go on to score 2 very important goals, anyone who watched the match will agree that he was just the finisher in each case. Each goal was a story of the cooperative effort of the entire team. Bony was the final kick (or head butt). The whole team worked towards winning that game. What was more surprising was that the start, Yaya, did not shine as we thought he would. He was part of the team and he played as such [a much needed improvement from their 2014 world cup attempts].
The day has ended. It wasn't about a single [wo]man of the match. It is all about us. Together. I am glad.
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