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  • Dear Children, Husbands and Dogs

    Dear Children, Husband and Dogs,

    For five weeks I have refereed fights, I have produced three square meals a day, often at different times because you are all lazy bastards who can’t be got out your pits and so have breakfast at varying hours meaning I am basically running a twenty fucking four hour canteen.

    I have hoovered and scrubbed shit stained toilets and wiped the toothpaste off sinks that you cannot be bothered to rinse away, because frankly why would you- apparently you can’t even be arsed to actually brush your teeth and think merely inserting a toothbrush covered in half a tube of toothpaste into your mouth and immediately spitting it over the sink is sufficient.

    I have queued at supermarkets to buy food for you to ‘not really fancy’ while you wonder aloud if it would be too much trouble to just get some nice fish or something. No, not that sort of fish. Maybe just some cod or scallops or something? Or for you to turn your nose up at it because of bits, and ‘why can’t we just have burgers again?’.

    And that’s all annoying, but I can deal with that- the real problem is that beyond all the practical stuff, I have tried, I have really really tried, to put on a bright and brave and cheery face for you all, to make you all feel like it’s going to be ok, however worried or scared I am, even when I’ve just been crying in the bastarding cupboard because I’m SO fucking scared about everything right now, even though I am luckier than most people. Even though we are all healthy, and if I think this is hard, there are so many more people for whom it’s far harder, who are working much harder, including all the amazing key workers (THANK YOU). But I am scared, and I think it’s ok to be scared and finding it hard. But I pretend I don’t for you, because that’s what mothers do, isn’t it? It is our job to make everything ok for everyone else.

    But today, today I am done. I can’t do this anymore just right now, this making everything ok for everyone. I just need a few hours off. A few hours not cooking and cleaning and smiling and being PollyFuckingAnna about every little thing that goes wrong to keep everyone else’s spirits up.

    And so, if you need me, I am getting utterly spangled on white wine in the sunshine, so kindly fuck off, give me these few hours peace to try and recharge my own batteries, and take advantage of the fact that today it is fine to have crisps for dinner. Maybe have an apple too. I haven’t completed abandoned my parental responsibilities.

    And anyone else, who is also feeling overwhelmed and under appreciated right now, like they don’t know how much longer they can do this for, like they can’t breath sometimes and need to scream- I think that’s ok, and I think we all need some time out. Be kind to yourself, take some time for yourself if you can, stop trying to solve everyone’s problems and make everything ok for them, just for a few hours, because we are no use to our families if we don’t look after ourselves too.*

    Love Mummy,

    *Other recreational activities are available apart from white wine.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/peterandjaneandmummytoo/

  • 30 THINGS THE BASTARDS NEVER TELL YOU ABOUT HOME EDUCATING YOUR CHILDREN DURING LOCKDOWN

    30 THINGS THE BASTARDS NEVER TELL YOU ABOUT HOME EDUCATING YOUR CHILDREN DURING LOCKDOWN

    1 For some people, this is the moment they have been waiting for all their lives. These people cannot wait to get hands on with their children’s education, and you know what, all power to them.

    2 Typically, these people fall exactly into the centre of a Venn diagram made up of creativity; not currently working; patience of a fucking saint; kids have at least brief moments of not being utter dicks.

    3 For the rest of us…falling on the very outskirts of the aforementioned Venn diagram…if not off the page altogether…this is likely the antithesis of the moment we have been waiting for all our lives.

    4 Teachers are fucking heroes. We always knew this, but after lockdown, we will frankly be chaining ourselves to railings outside of Downing Street demanding they get knighthoods, pay rises, and a £50k bonus for every single lesson they don’t throw their hands up in the air and run out of the classroom screaming.

    5 Kids are dicks.

    6 I mean; not all of the time, and not necessarily every kid…

    7 …but most children, most of the time – particularly when you are attempting to home educate them – have something of a propensity to be a bit of a dick.

    8 You will start off your home education journey with such hopes! Such dreams! Such plans for your shared learning experiences together!

    9 All of which will be shattered, broken, and crushed into tiny pieces, roughly thirty seconds after you sit down with your child(ren) and ask them to undertake their first home learning task.

    10 I mean, who knew that the very act of explaining to someone how to do something was so fucking complicated?

    11 Very quickly, you will find yourself mastering the key home education mantra:

    12 “ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK ME?”

    13 If you are very lucky, your children’s teachers will have sent your children work to do at home.

    14 The methodologies for completion which will immediately have you doubting everything you ever thought you knew about maths, grammar and the English language.

    15 And, for a least a brief period, it will be your child educating you.

    16 Thank fuck for screen time! While home educating your children, they will be enjoying more screen time than they have ever enjoyed in their lives, because it turns out that pretty much everything they need to learn is now delivered via a screen. The irony not being lost on any of you.

    17 Screen time also gives you a brief opportunity to run out of the room and hide in the airing cupboard screaming silently into a bottle of Hendricks. #makingmemories

    18 Many parents are also trying to carry out a full time job whilst simultaneously home educating their children.

    19 This is likely to be roughly as effective on both sides as if you were trying to mow your lawn whilst simultaneously piloting a Boeing 747.

    20 And who doesn’t love the experience of attempting to chair a conference call whilst also providing a rough précis of A Midsummer Night’s Dream?

    21 By Day 2, your carefully drawn up timetables will be shredded into pieces.

    22 Your gin supply will be in serious jeopardy.

    23 And if you see FUCKING Dave posting any more FUCKING photos on social media of his children building a to-fucking-scale model of a Motte and Bailey castle in their back garden made out of organic vegetables lined up in rainbow formation to celebrate our NHS…

    24 …you are not going to be held accountable for your actions, given the response from your child when you asked them to write their name at the top of their homework sheet was to scream, hurl their pencil case on the floor and tell you that they hated you and that you have ruined your life.

    25 Your kids won’t even look at an organic vegetable, let alone line them up in sodding rainbow formation.

    26 And you will feel like you are failing.

    27 But this is not about recreating full time school. You are not a teacher.

    28 (And don’t you fucking know it.)

    29 This is about trying our best. Doing what we can. Not totally fucking losing our shit.

    30 And longing with every fibre of our beings for that halcyon moment…when the school gates open again…and we can send our offspring through the doors… and run out into the playground… shouting FREEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!

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  • Before Daddy Left For Work

    Before Daddy left for work this morning, Daddy did not have to give Mummy a list of things the children needed. He did not have to ask Mummy to watch the children for a few hours. He didn’t have to give Mummy a single prompt on how to look after her own children, because Mummy knew.

    1. At 3:25pm Daddy arrived home from work. He had ever so kindly (although begrudgingly) helped Mummy out by fetching their eldest child from school on his way home.
    2. As Daddy and the eldest child walked through the door, Mummy whom was stood at the sink washing the dishes greeted them with a lovely and jolly ‘hello! Are you both ok?’
    3. Mummy had lovingly prepared and cooked the family dinner. Because Mummy knew that everyone needed feeding. Mummy did not need asking if she was planning on feeding the children, Mummy just knew.
    4. During the day whilst Daddy had been busy being very important at work Mummy had spent what felt like twenty-thousand hours cleaning, washing clothes, hoovering the carpets and tidying away toys. Then redoing it every time her feral youngest child decided to fuck it all right up again.
    5. When Daddy arrived home he did not need to ask Mummy if they had been victims of a reverse burglary.
    6. When Daddy arrived home from work Mummy was not sprawled out on the carpet watching Ben and holly’s little kingdom whilst chaos erupted around her.
    7. At 5pm when Mummy had to pop out to work for a couple of hours, Mummy asked Daddy if he would mind watching the children for a couple of hours. Mummy asked Daddy if he could possibly feed them some supper before bed, maybe even bath them if he could manage it by himself.
    8. When Mummy walked in from work at 7pm…a mere 2 hours later, the house looked as if someone had indeed reverse burgled the house. It looked as if a massive sodding Smyth’s toys lorry had arrived, the driver had tipped the whole contents of the bastarding lorry onto the living room floor and then sprinkled a box of coco pops on top of the massive pile of plastic for an extra special treat.
    9. When Mummy walked in from work at 7pm…a mere two hours after she had left, she witnessed Daddy, sprawled out on the floor amongst the massive pile of plastic and coco pops, calmly viewing Ben and Holly’s little kingdom whilst the smallest child sat emptying every pan out of the cupboard in the kitchen.
    10. When Mummy nipped upstairs for a quick wee, she quickly realised Daddy the amazing had actually managed to bath of the children. Mummy felt ever-so-grateful as she followed a trail of 56 wet towels lay on the floor leading towards a bath full of freezing cold water and 234 toys floating within it that needed to be fished out. She felt even more grateful once she realised Daddy had also learnt to multitask! Shaving at the same time as bathing the kids was a real talent. Mummy was so pleased she had scrubbed the sink earlier in the day for it now to be infested with facial hair.
    11. When Mummy asked Daddy if the children had eaten their supper, Daddy informed Mummy that neither of the children fancied milk with their coco pops, that they requested them dry. Hence why the living room now had a twatting dusting of them. Daddy informed Mummy he had already picked a few up.
    12. When Mummy asked Daddy why the eldest child was wearing pyjamas that were approximately 3 sizes too small, Daddy informed Mummy that he was not sure where all of her pyjamas were kept. Daddy snapped at Mummy and told her that nothing was ever good enough for her.
    13. When Mummy noticed the sink was yet again full of pots, even though the children had only been fed dry cereals straight from the box, Mummy thought she might actually just spontaneously combust.
    14. When Mummy called Daddy a useless scruffy Cockwomble as she began to rage clean for the eighty-eighth time that day, Daddy looked surprised. After all…Daddy had done everything Mummy had asked him to.

    “What is wrong with you? Why are you in a bad mood?” Asked the oblivious Cockwomble.

    “It’s a twatting mystery when I should be feeling so grateful.” Replied Mummy.

    Then Mummy drank wine.
    Mummy drank Lots and lots of lovely wine as she wondered what fresh hell would await after her considerably longer than 2 hour shift the next day.
    The end.
    🤣🤣

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/laughwithmummy/

  • A Silent Tragedy In How We Are Raising Our Children

    A Silent Tragedy In How We Are Raising Our Children

    A SILENT TRAGEDY

    There is a silent tragedy that is unfolding today in our homes and concerns our most precious jewels: our children.

    Our children are in a devastating emotional state! In the last 15 years, researchers have given us increasingly alarming statistics on a sharp and steady increase in childhood mental illness that is now reaching epidemic proportions:

    Statistics do not lie:

    • 1 in 5 children have mental health problems

    • A 43% increase in diagnosed ADHD

    • A 37% increase in adolescent depression has been noted

    • There has been a 200% increase in the suicide rate in children aged 10 to 14

    What is happening and what are we doing wrong?

    Today’s children are being over-stimulated and over-gifted with material objects, but they are deprived of the fundamentals of a healthy childhood, such as:

    • Emotionally available parents

    • Clearly defined limits

    • Responsibilities

    • Balanced nutrition and adequate sleep

    • Movement in general but especially outdoors

    • Creative play, social interaction, unstructured game opportunities and boredom spaces

    Instead, in recent years, children have been filled with:

    • Digitally distracted parents

    • Indulgent and permissive parents who let children “rule the world” and whoever sets the rules

    • A sense of right, of deserving everything without earning it or being responsible for obtaining it

    • Inadequate sleep and unbalanced nutrition

    • A sedentary lifestyle

    • Endless stimulation, technological nannies, instant gratification and absence of boring moments

    What to do?

    If we want our children to be happy and healthy individuals, we have to wake up and get back to basics. It is still possible! Many families see immediate improvements after weeks of implementing the following recommendations:

    • Set limits and remember that you are the captain of the ship. Your children will feel more confident knowing that you have control of the helm.

    • Offer children a balanced lifestyle full of what children NEED, not just what they WANT. Don’t be afraid to say “no” to your children if what they want is not what they need.

    • Provide nutritious food and limit junk food.

    • Spend at least one hour a day outdoors doing activities such as cycling, walking, fishing, bird/insect watching

    • Enjoy a daily family dinner without smartphones or distracting technology, let everyone feel valued

    • Play board games as a family or if children are very small for board games, just let the pretend to play it

    • Involve your children in some homework or household chores according to their age (folding clothes, hanging clothes, unpacking food, setting the table, feeding the dog, etc.)

    • Implement a consistent sleep routine to ensure your child gets enough sleep. The schedules will be even more important for school-age children.

    • Teach responsibility and independence. Do not overprotect them against all frustration or mistakes. Misunderstanding will help them build resilience and learn to overcome life’s challenges,

    • Do not carry your children’s backpack, do not carry the homework they forgot, do not peel bananas or peel oranges if they can do it on their own (4-5 years). Instead of giving them the fish, teach them to fish.

    • Teach them to wait and delay gratification.

    • Provide opportunities for “boredom”, since boredom is the moment when creativity awakens. Do not feel responsible for always keeping children entertained.

    • Do not use technology as a cure for boredom, nor offer it at the first second of inactivity.

    • Avoid using technology during meals, in cars, restaurants, shopping centers. Use these moments as opportunities to socialize by training the brains to know how to work when they are in mode: “boredom”

    • Help them create a “bottle of boredom” with activity ideas for when they are bored.

    • Be emotionally available to connect with children and teach them self-regulation and social skills:

    • Turn off the phones at night when children have to go to bed to avoid digital distractions.

    • Become a regulator or emotional trainer for your children. Teach them to recognize and manage their own frustrations and anger.

    • Teach them to greet, to take turns, to share without running out of anything, to say thank you and please, to acknowledge the error and apologize (do not force them), be a model of all those values you instill.

    • Connect emotionally – smile, hug, kiss, tickle, read, dance, jump, play or crawl with them.

    I thank you if you share it.

    Article written by Dr. Luis Rojas Marcos Psychiatrist.

    https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=669567043510720&id=653944098406348

    The photo is from Deborah Emotional Therapy

    https://www.facebook.com/deborahterapiaemocional/

     

  • My Jalapeño Were A Torture Device To My Children

    The other night, I was cutting up jalapeños while cooking dinner.

    My sour patch kids (daughter & son) are always in my shit.

    I can never fully accomplish a whole task without them in the way.

    Little ankle biters, they are.

    So, I’m chopping these peppers up and answering questions left and right like I’m a contestant on a game show.

    I’m currently killing this mom shit.

    I’m multitasking AF.

    I’m pouring chocolate milk, slice another jalapeño, twirl around checking a butt for poop, peek on the chicken in the oven with a smile on my face, run to the living room to clean up a spill, and back to the kitchen to finish the jalapeños.

    I’m gliding through the kitchen just basking in my motherliness.

    Until I hear a cry for help from the bathroom. Suddenly, Kaison, my 6 year old, who wipes his butt always, forgets how to wipe his butt.

    I sprint down the hall to offer hand services for the butt in need.

    I get caught in the hall by my daughter who asks me to put her princess play shoes back on. Every mom with a daughter knows the damn shoes. They only fall off every other step because they are made for a child with an almost invisibility foot. I slip the bitches back on for the 100 time while rushing and she’s screaming because I left her pinky toe out and still trying to shove it on. After I tuck that little piggy back inside, she cautiously walks away on the plastic heels of death amongst the wooden floors, to the kitchen looking for a “snack.”

    After I complete the butt wiping task, I walk back into the kitchen to the sounds of gagging and coughing.

    The gags progress to wails and cries of pain.

    I see Micah and Lilah with tears in their eyes sobbing and wiping their tongues. I asked Lilah what was wrong and she said, “hot hot hottttt!!!”

    I try to find answers to what in the actual fuck was happening and then Lilah said, “I don’t like those grapes. Those grapes so yucky” as she points to the jalapeños.

    😒 I try to sound concerned, but my initial emotion was anger because I’m down one whole jalapeño less than what I started with. Every jalapeño mattered.

    After grieving the loss, I give them milk, I give them bread, I pray, I light incense, I bathe them in Oils. I give them whatever the hell else they want and NOTHING is helping.

    My kids love spicy food, but these were not your average jalapeños.

    These were the Devil’s peppers. And they came with vengeance. These bitches was spicy and they was angry.

    The hands that they grabbed the peppers with are now rubbing the tears from their eyes and rubbing the snot around their noses.

    Now, their whole face is on fire.

    At this point, there’s not many options

    other than to just throw both children away and start over. I have two others not infected at all.

    I’m running their whole heads under water. I’m trying to flush the Devil’s pepper out of their eyes and nose. Nothing is working.

    I’m screaming, “GOOGLE, HOW THE FUCK CAN I SAVE MY CHILDREN’S EYES FROM THE DEVIL’S PEPPER?”

    Google is no use because google has no intellectual understanding of curing children from jalapeños at this time. (Words from the mouth of Google herself)

    The chicken burned.

    More shit spilled.

    My jalapeños didn’t get used for a meal, instead they were a torture device to my children.

    The babies ended up with wash cloths on their faces on the couch while chugging chocolate milk. Nobody was blinded. We all survived.

    Except for me.

    Soon after I laid the children down for bed, Jalen, my other 6 year old, walks in my bedroom hysterically crying.

    I asked him what the hell he wanted because my hours of operation were clearly over, and then he said, “my butthole is burning.”

    Ok…gonna need you to elaborate, son.

    Guess who played with a Devil’s pepper while not learning from the magical hell his siblings went through?

    Him. That boy. The burning butthole kid.

    Why did his butthole burn, you ask?

    Because after playing with the Devil’s pepper, using it as a stage prop for his dinosaurs to eat, he decided to just itch his ass. A lot.

    Welcome to parenthood, where we are solely surviving on prayers and wine.

    That’s some real #Seriousmomshit

    Disclaimer: the butt I wiped, was not the butt that burned. I have twins. Thanks for the concern on my intelligence, but, I got this 🤞🏻

    DON’T Forget to SHARE with a momma who needs some laughter tonight.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/Seriousmomshit0/

     

  • Please, Please, Please, Don’t Drink And Drive

    This photograph shows me with my beautiful children ~ Matthew 12, Lucy 10 and their little brother Peter 2. My world, my joy, my life.

    The photograph was taken from a film that was found in Matthew’s camera after he died. I don’t remember it being taken, but I have calculated it to be about 2 weeks before Matthew and Lucy were killed by a drunk driver in a road traffic accident.

    They went to a football match with their dad one Summer evening in July 1996, and never came home. The drunk driver hit the car they were in head-on. Matthew died instantly, and Lucy 3 hours later in surgery. Their friend Ben, died 6 days later in hospital. Their father was horribly injured but survived the accident… well, physically anyway, as memories never die. The drunk driver was pronounced dead at the scene. My mum always said that he got away lightly.

    In the few seconds that it took to veer off his side of the road, that drunk driver smashed our world into tiny pieces.

    Little brother Peter’s grief and confusion regarding his siblings ‘disappearance’ was immense. You can only tell a 2 year old the very basics, but the fact that he stopped talking for weeks, and carried around for months a little car that Matthew had given him that day, often watching and waiting at the window, told of his pain.

    The next time I saw my dear, beautiful children was in 2 coffins side by side in the Chapel of Rest. The shock took away my ability to stand. How we managed to get through the funeral I will never know, but the many friends, family and schoolchildren that attended helped to give us strength.

    The inquest 5 months later told of a wealthy, upstanding Plymouth businessman, who was generous towards charities with his time and money, but who had a longstanding penchant for drinking and driving, ignoring all warnings regarding the danger he was causing. He was 3.5 times over the drink driving limit when he got in his car. If only someone had taken his keys away that night….

    Life became very quiet, all the energy was sucked out of the house where once my children had laughed and lived. I held tight to my sanity only for my little boy, and we grieved together, and in our own way. It took Peter years to put together the pieces of the puzzle ~ as his intellect grew, so did his curiosity for the facts. He was 15 when he read all the newspaper articles about the accident and finally found his peace.

    It is a mistake to think that you can never be happy again ~ you can but in a different way, in a different world. I gave birth to baby Eliza 14 months after we lost Matthew and Lucy, and she brought joy and hope into our bleak world again.

    I laugh and cry, and experience life and have watched my children grow into wonderful, confident adults, and I glow with pride and wonder at how blessed I am.

    But Matthew and Lucy remain in our lives, in our thoughts and our hearts. Always loved, never forgotten.

    Today would have been Lucy’s 34th birthday, and she will be remembered with such pride. Through the tears that will inevitably flow, I will smile at her memories and tell her how much she is loved. It is all I can do.

    PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE. Please do not put another family through this grief. Please do not be the cause of a lifetime of sorrow.

    AND DON’T BE STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK IT WON’T HAPPEN TO YOU. It happened to us. It happened to my beautiful children. It can happen to anyone.

    Designate a driver, take a taxi, walk to the party.

    Thank you for reading my post. Please share and help to save some lives, if only 1 or 2 people make a different choice, it will all be worth it.

    And have a blessed and safe Christmas❤️

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  • If You Don’t Pay Child Support You Are Scum

    If you don’t pay child support, as a man, you’re a piece of shit.

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    For some dumb reason I have men message me and ask questions in frustration with their ex spouse, my first question is… are you up to date on child support? If the answer is anything other than YES, I’m done listening to you. I don’t care if your Ex is crazy, I don’t care if she spends it on herself, I don’t care if she burns the money.

    No good man will ever have a problem with giving money to a woman, he got pregnant, for the children she bore for him. At the end of the day if a woman birthed your child and now has to fight with you to help take care of that child, you are worthless and if you think you are an excuse to this post you are not. If you don’t have 100% custody or pay for child support you need to reflect long and hard. You are the problem. Period.

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    I’ve had this stupid question a lot from some of you single Fathers and I’m tired of it. STEP UP AND BE A MAN, YOU HAD THE CHILDREN, NOW TAKE CARE OF THEM.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/TheMuscleOfDieselSellerz/

     

  • How These Children Were Woken From Inevitable Death

    In 1922 the scientists went to a hospital ward with diabetic children, most of them comatose and dying from diabetic keto-acidosis. This is known as one of medicine’s most incredible moments. Imagine a room full of parents sitting at the bedside waiting for the inevitable death of their child. The scientists went from bed to bed and injected the children with the new purified extract – insulin. As they began to inject the last comatose child, the first child injected began to awaken. Then one by one, all the children awoke from their diabetic comas. A room of death and gloom became a place of joy and hope.

    In the early 1920s Frederick Banting and Charles Best discovered insulin under the directorship of John Macleod at the University of Toronto. With the help of James Collip insulin was purified, making it available for the successful treatment of diabetes. Banting and Macleod earned a Nobel Prize for their work in 1923.

    Article credit https://www.facebook.com/flashbak/

    Photo Credits- Library and Archives Canada. Via Diabetes Hope Foundation

     

  • Steve Jobs Last Words-Inspirational

    Steve Jobs dies a billionaire, with a fortune of $7 billion, at the age of 56 from pancreatic cancer, and here are some of his last words… 👇👇👇

    “In other eyes, my life is the essence of success, but aside from work, I have a little joy. And in the end, wealth is just a fact of life to which I am accustomed.”

    “At this moment, lying on the bed, sick and remembering all my life, I realize that all my recognition and wealth that I have is meaningless in the face of imminent death. You can hire someone to drive a car for you, make money for you – but you can not rent someone to carry the disease for you. One can find material things, but there is one thing that can not be found when it is lost – “LIFE”. ❤️

    Treat yourself well, and cherish others. As we get older we are smarter, and we slowly realize that the watch is worth $30 or $300 – both of which show the same time. Whether we carry a purse worth $30 or $300 – the amount of money in the wallets are the same. Whether we drive a car worth $150,000, or a car worth $30,000 – the road and distance are the same, we reach the same destination. If we drink a bottle worth $300 or wine worth $10 – the “stroller” will be the same. If the house we live in is 300 square meters, or 3000 square meters – the loneliness is the same.”

    “Your true inner happiness does not come from the material things of this world. 🌍 Whether you’re flying first class, or economy class – if the plane crashes, you crash with it.”

    So, I hope you understand that when you have friends or someone to talk to – this is true happiness! ✅

    💥 Five Undeniable Facts 💥

    1️⃣ Do not educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy. – So when they grow up they will know the

    value of things, not the price.

    2️⃣ Eat your food as medicine, otherwise you will need to eat your medicine as food.

    3️⃣ Whoever loves you will never leave you, even if he has 100 reasons to give up. He will always find one reason to hold on.

    4️⃣ There is a big difference between being human and human being.

    5️⃣ If you want to go fast – go alone! But if you want to go far – go together.

    And in conclusion… 👇

    👨‍⚕️ The six best doctors in the world 👩‍⚕️

    1️⃣ Sunlight

    2️⃣ Rest

    3️⃣ Exercise

    4️⃣ Diet

    5️⃣ Self-confidence

    6️⃣ Friends

    Keep them in all stages of life and enjoy a healthy life. 😊

    Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.

    Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends…

    Treat yourself well. Cherish others. 🎉

    “Love the people God sent you, one day He’ll need them back.”

    🙏🙏 🙏 Something worth sharing!!! 💯‼️