Protecting ourselves against the Coronavirus

When I was a kid, I was terrified that I was going to receive the ebola virus in a letter (?) from someone in Africa (?!) and that I’d consequently die, bleeding through my eyes and mouth (?!!).

Compared to that image, high fever and coughing doesn’t sound too bad. Still, try not to get infected, guys.

If you need it, I got sent a video on how to make a face mask out of a bra. I’ll be happy to forward it to you if you happen to have bras you’ll be happy to cut lying around.

If you’re looking for a solution that’s practical and healthy at the same time, a friend told me how to make a “Vitamine C mask”: take an orange, cut it in half, tie it to your face.

Otherwise, maybe just don’t hang out with people who are infected and wash your hands regularly. That’s what I’ll be doing, at least.

Google me this

My blog has existed for more than seven years now. In those seven years I’ve had, on average, one visitor per day (and it was probably my mum). Statistics tell me most of the visitors come directly from my Facebook page.

So far I’ve never had anyone stumble upon the blog accidentally, by googling a random term. Until yesterday.

Yesterday someone found me when they searched for (Drumroll!): “iva morning shitting”.

Dear visitor, whoever you were, you made my day. I sincerely hope you found what you were looking for. Come back again, I’ll try to include more of the content you might be interested in. 😘

Doing, not trying

Molly’s life moto is: “I don’t like trying things, I like doing things.” This basically means she’s not patient enough to listen and learn from other people and she has to do everything on her own.

She’s been like that since I can remember. At the age of two, it once took her literally 45 minutes to put her shoes on. But she did it. On her own. And, since she was the only child at the time, I had my coffee in peace, watching her struggle, not allowed to help.

She has a similar approach to school now. At the moment, she’s teaching herself to read and wants no help. I find it frustrating. I get impatient listening to her mispronouncing sounds and making words up.

A couple of days ago I was watching her attempting to read a book to Oskar and we were both getting irritable – me with her not being concentrated enough, her with me correcting her too often.

To focus on something else, I went to take a photo of “my little girl reading to her brother”. The front camera surprised me and I was quite shocked to see my own face. Here’s a photo of a “supportive mum listening to her little girl reading”.

It’s not a wonder she wasn’t into it. My face conveyed all of my enthusiasm. 🙈😂

Message to myself: I need to get back mentally to the place from five years ago, where I was able to observe her patiently. I need to look for clues on when and how to get involved myself.

First steps: (Fake) smile. Deep breaths. Silent encouragement. Let her do her thing at her own pace. She’s trying, soon she’ll be “doing”. 😉