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Our different hats...

What a week, I, an old hat at breastfeeding developed a blocked duct. When discovering the lump for the first time on Monday I got such a fright and hauled myself off to the doctor - something I rarely do and if I remember correctly, the last time I was anywhere near a doctor was when my youngest was born 14 months ago! She prescribed a dose of antibiotics and promptly sent me off for a sonar where they discovered the problem. It was with much relief that I stepped out into the sunshine and just breathed... It is amazing how quickly life can change. My good friend Lee-Anne suggested I come with her to a lap dancing workshop! Of all things!! She also reminded me that we wear different hats all the time and we have to be someones mommy, someones wife, someones daughter and someones sister that we forget that we are someone too. And we have to make time to be our own someone, that someone who will smile when being called someones mommy, or wife, or daughter or sister because of the happiness that comes with finding the someone inside us. So Friday night is the night and a car full of someones is headed off for a night of finding that seductive someone, we will be leaving our kids and husbands to fend for themselves for a few hours which they will probably manage quite well despite the tiny part of us that will worry about them and we'll get home, smiling from ear to ear I am sure and answering to the calls of mommy, wife, daughter or sister with a skip in our steps. Yeah for the women off the world, because say what you like, we run it!!! So take the time ladies, even if its just for a cup of tea, life changes in an instant and we want to live it to the fullest...

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  1. Lee-Anne VeraDecember 2, 2010 at 9:35 PM

    ...your post made me chuckle! I AM A SOMEONE! Hear me Roar!

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  2. UnknownDecember 16, 2010 at 3:21 PM

    Thank you for making me remember that I am my own hat too. One needs to hear this once in a while

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