#MyNameIs (and why it doesn’t matter)

Recently there has been a lot of noise on all social media platforms protesting against Facebook’s real name policy. The fight to be allowed to use an alias is being lead by a colorful group of drag queens, but don’t think that it is just some people on the outskirts of society who would want to or need to use an alias.


For all or all the very good reasons as to why someone would want to use an alias everyone has missed the point.

Facebook Is not in the business of social media. Facebook is the most ingenious data mining website ever created. Social media is the hook they use to get you to hand over your personal information and by having your real name, email address, phone number, age, sex, country of residence, shopping habits, restaurant habits, holiday habits, and all the other info you willingly give over, they have a unique profile of you that is advertising gold!

Facebook will do anything to maintain the integrity of their sellable data and they really don’t care if they piss off a few minorities groups in doing so.


Fancy a cuppa?

A friend on Facebook posted the following:

“Motherhood: the magical state of being that transforms a simple cup of tea into a shining holy grail”

It got me thinking that I haven’t had a hot cup of tea since the boys were born. I now drink black rooibos because it tastes good hot or cold.

Other things I miss:

Leisurely baths
Sleeping more than 2.5 hours at a stretch
Watching an episode of anything on TV
Clean clothes

Things I love:

Baby smell (we don’t use scented products but they still smell so good)
Squishy knees and bums
Gummy smiles
Sleeping baby cuddles
Sleeping baby giggles
Watching Dear Wife play with the boys and comfort them when they cry

I can say I have never felt so full of love in my life before. I love our boys. I love Dear Wife. I love how Dear Wife looks after the boys and interacts with them. It really makes my heart swell with love for her. That kind of love that has you swallowing a lump in your throat and fighting back tears.

Some days happiness takes a back seat to frustration and irritability but that warm bubbly love is always there.