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Unregulated Mom, Street, Malelane (2026)

20/04/2026

The last few weeks?
Pure survival mode.

New routines.
New structure.
Homeschooling.
Life… just doing the most.

And somewhere in all of that, I had this moment:

When did my kids grow up so fast?

New attitudes.
New phrases.
Things they say that make you pause like
“Excuse me… who are you and where is my little child?” 😅

But here’s the part I didn’t expect…

They’ve adapted.

Both of them.

And our home?
It feels… calmer.

Now let me be clear
calm does not mean perfect.

There are still meltdowns.
Still triggers.
Still moments where everyone is a little… unregulated.

But the difference?

We have space now.

Space to breathe.
Space to step away.
Space for them to regulate.
Space for us to regulate.

We’re still figuring things out.

Homeschooling is a whole new world
and trying to balance that while building a business and managing life?

Let’s just say… we are strongly considering outsourcing the early mornings 😅

(Tutor, nanny… someone with more energy than me before coffee.)

But overall?

We’re okay.

We’re surviving.
We’re learning.
We’re growing — even if it feels like it’s happening way too fast.

And for the first time in a while…

We’re actually excited about the term ahead 🤍

It’s okay to be unregulated

07/04/2026

This Easter weekend…
was nothing short of blessed.

And I don’t use that word lightly.

We finished moving. Unpacked.
Tried to catch our breath.

Friday was church…then just being at home, soaking in the fact that we finally have our own space.

And then Saturday came. We joined an outreach, serving people on the streets, handing out mieliemeel.

Now let me paint the picture…

My son, usually shy, reserved,
was standing next to the road, calling out to cars and people:

“Free pap! Come get!” Bold. Confident. Smiling.

My daughter, who doesn’t mind getting dirty but definitely not all day and sweating is usually a hard no, was in the back of a very hot truck, filling containers non-stop.

No complaints. No drama.Just serving.

If I say Holy Spirit filled, I mean miracle.

An entire day surrounded by prayer, giving and pouring into others.

And somewhere in all of that…They made their own decision.

To get baptized.

Not because we told them to.
Not because we forced it.

But because they were ready.

Saturday night we got home exhausted,but there were no meltdowns.No triggers.

Just baths, bed and full hearts.

And then Sunday!

They were baptized 🙏

I don’t even have the words.

The last few days felt different.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Covered.

And yes, I’m praying it lasts! At least a little longer 😅

Because Wednesday school starts again.

Our daughter goes back to school.
Our son starts his first homeschooling term.

And we step back into sessions, work and everything this new term is bringing.

But for now….I’m holding onto this moment.

This peace.
This reminder.

That even in the chaos… there are days like this.

It’s okay to be unregulated 🤗

02/04/2026

And just like that… it’s done.
We’re in our new house! 🙌

Unpacked...Cleaned...Organised (for now 😅).

And I am loving it.

But let’s talk about something important:
Battles!!!

Because I’ve learned (again)…some battles are just not worth fighting.

Now... kids?
They are strategically lazy.

My daughter will look me dead in the eyes and say: “I’m not doing that today. I’m having a lazy day.”

A lazy day.

I wish moms got those.

Today she also informed me she needs a massage because she “worked hard”…
after helping a little.

The audacity.

And when I suggested she return the favour? “Oh no… you chose to clean the whole day.”

Ma’am. Excuse me??
Now here’s the thing about my two:

They will help.
But only when it’s their idea.

So yes... I might be overreacting slightly…because:

My son swept, mopped and cleaned his room all on his own...
My daughter helped with washing, dishes, dinner and setting the table.

BUT....After 5pm?

They clock out.
Mentally. Physically. Spiritually.

You can ask for something small, like cleaning the bathroom after a bath, fine.

But anything that requires effort?
Like picking up toys?

Suddenly it’s:
• complaining
• half-done jobs
• and me redoing everything anyway

So I’ve decided:

Their rooms? Not my battle.
If they don’t clean it, don’t ask me where your stuff is

Natural consequences 😌

The only non-negotiable?
Once a week, we deep clean. No debates. No negotiations. No “lazy days.”

And honestly?

Even with the chaos, the sass, the selective productivity… I think we’re going to be really happy in this home 🤍

Now we rest…before the new school term slowly (but aggressively) creeps in.

It’s okay to be unregulated.

31/03/2026

Everything went well today…
well, with the kids at least 😅

They took turns helping me move things to the new house.
No meltdowns.
No drama.
Peaceful. Cooperative. Almost suspicious.

It’s now 5pm… and we’ve had zero emotional explosions.

Honestly? I don’t even know who these children are, but I’m grateful.

They’re excited to finish the move tomorrow.
Me too… mostly because I’m tired.

Like holiday-but-still-working-and-moving-and-functioning tired.
Rest is very limited. With a capital L.

So yes, everything was running smoothly…

Except for my brain.

Because apparently when it’s holiday, my brain also clocks out.

I’m out here scheduling appointments like a responsible adult...only to be asked by another mom:

“Are you sure about Monday? It’s a public holiday…”

Oh.

Right.

Easter weekend.
Long weekend.
Public holidays.

You know, the thing is I knew… but clearly did not know.

So there I am… rescheduling my entire life. Sorry I'm over dramatic...I only rescheduled 2 days...

Honestly? I’m not even mad.

A surprise day off on Monday and Tuesday?
We receive it. With gratitude 😌

Now I can:
• reset a little
• get my son’s homeschool things sorted
• organise my daughter’s school prep for the
new term
• and maybe pretend I’m resting

If I drank, I would’ve had a glass of wine tonight.

Instead… I will reminisce about the idea of it.

wink wink 😏

It’s okay to be unregulated.

30/03/2026

It’s the Easter holiday…only 10days...
and I’m still deciding if it’s a blessing or a test.

Let’s start with the cons:

• Keeping kids busy and stimulated without screens becoming their full-time parent
• Grocery bills suddenly doubling because apparently they are hungry… all the time
• “What are we doing today?” on repeat like it’s their job
• Snacks disappearing faster than my patience
• Sibling arguments over absolutely nothing
• And the constant background noise… just… noise 😅

Now the pros:

• We get to sleep in… and by sleep in I mean today they woke up at 6:30 🎉
• Slow mornings — a little story time, no rushing out the door
• Kids just… being kids
• Playing outside, running around with other kids in the complex
• Random hugs and snack visits in between their adventures
• A slightly softer, slower pace (even if it’s only in moments)

And then… there’s our reality right now:

This holiday = moving.

Yes… we got our own house 🙌
Which means excitement, gratitude… and absolute chaos.

Boxes everywhere.
Trying to unpack.
Trying to organise.
Trying to create some kind of system before the new term starts.

Because heaven forbid I try to go back to work with an unorganised house.... my brain will simply not allow it 😅

But in all the chaos…
I’m so looking forward to this new chapter.

Our own space.
Our own routine.
Our own little bit of peace.

Even if it starts out looking like total madness.

It’s okay to be unregulated 🤍

29/03/2026

Family outings as a neurodiverse parent…
equal parts beautiful and “what could possibly go wrong?” Because let’s be honest,
we want to go out, make memories, do fun things…

But there’s always that little voice:
“What if there’s a meltdown?”
“What if something triggers them?”
“What will people think?”

So for the longest time, it just feels easier to stay home. But this time we said:
“Screw it.”

We work hard.
We love our kids.
We deserve family outings too.

So we went.

A beautiful lodge.
Slides.
Fishing.

Perfect — because one child basically is a fish and the other prefers to catch them 😅

We had a plan (because parents of neurodiverse kids always have a plan):
Dad + son = fishing 🎣
Mom + daughter = swimming 🏊‍♀️
Then family time together → slides → split again → more family time.

And honestly?

It worked.
It was a really good day.
…until it was time to go home.

Because of course, that’s when the fish started biting. Suddenly it was impossible to leave the dam. Instant meltdown.

Okay fine, one last swim to ease the transition.

And then..my daughter realised she cannot, in fact, live in the pool like a fish. Cue meltdown number two.

Two children.
Puffy faces.
End of the world energy.

We got in the car…
Everyone frustrated.

The drive home was quiet. Long enough for everyone to cool down. And by the time we got home...everyone was okay again.

And here’s the thing:

They weren’t being difficult.
They were disappointed.

They didn’t want the moment to end.
They wanted to stay in the happy.

And honestly?
So do we.

The difference is, we’ve just had more practice learning how to handle it.

They’re still learning.

So no… we can’t be mad at the meltdowns.
We guide them through it.

Because big feelings don’t mean bad behaviour
it just means they need help finding their way through the moment.

And that’s part of the journey too 🤍

It’s okay to be unregulated.

27/03/2026

So… what actually happened while I was quiet?

Short answer:
Life happened. Loudly.

Long answer:

Mentally… it was a lot.

New beginnings.
New systems.
Building a business.
And trying to manage neurodiverse little humans through all that change.

I was going to bed exhausted…
and waking up exhausted.
Which feels illegal, but apparently is part of adulthood.

We were also living with family while house hunting — which I’m grateful for… but let’s be honest:

When your space isn’t your own,
your brain never fully switches off.

There’s no “quiet corner.”
No escape.
Just… people. All the time 😅

Then came school.

And listen — this is not teacher bashing. Not at all.
But trying to “coach” one teacher on how to support your neurodiverse child is hard.

Trying to guide nine different educators involved in his academics and sport?

That’s a full-time job I did not apply for.

Daily messages.
Reminders.
“Please try this.”
“Please don’t do that.”

And eventually… I just couldn’t anymore.

And the hardest part?
I saw it affecting my son.

His mental health started dipping.
Confidence dropped.
Marks droppe and this is a child who usually averages in the 90s.

He started feeling defeated.

And that’s when I knew
enough is enough.

So we made the call.

We withdrew him from school.
And started homeschooling.

And honestly?
Best decision for our family.

We’re privileged, I have my own office space, flexible time and a husband who is hands-on and supportive.

And my son?
Despite everything, he’s responsible, self-driven and doesn’t need someone hovering over him every second.

He just needed the right environment.

As for my daughter

She’s actually done really well.
Considering everything new environments, changes, even switching home language in Grade 3.

She made friends.
She’s coping.

So for now, she stays.

But let me just say this:

If it ever becomes necessary,
I will make that same decision for her in a heartbeat.

No hesitation.

Right now?

It’s holiday.

We’re breathing again.
We’re preparing to move into our own home (finally 😅).
Our own space.
Our own peace.

And getting ready to take on Term 2! a little wiser, a little stronger, more organized and hopefully a little more rested.

Because wow… that was a lot.

It’s okay to be unregulated 🤍

27/03/2026

I haven’t posted in a while…
not because life was quiet, but because it was LOUD.

Messy.
Busy.
A little overwhelming.
A lot of “we’ll figure it out as we go.”

We’ve been in a season of transition, with the kids, with life, building new routines, building businesses, pouring into other children… and somewhere in between all of that, I’ve been incredibly blessed…

…and incredibly tired 😅

Like “I’ll just sit down for a second” and wake up two hours later tired.
Like reheating the same cup of coffee three times tired.
Like forgetting what day it is but still showing up tired.

There’s a story in all of this and I’ll share it soon.
The growth, the challenges, the why behind everything.

But for now… we’ve hit pause.

It’s holiday.

Which means:
• slower mornings (in theory)
• less rushing (hopefully)
• more breathing room (we pray 😂)

And maybe… just maybe… a chance to feel human again.

So here I am.
Still messy.
Still busy.
Still tired.
But back.

And ready to try again 🤍

It’s okay to be unregulated.

08/02/2026

I haven’t written anything since Friday.

Not because nothing happened,
but because this week somehow took forever and flew past at the same time.

I was tired.
Then overtired.
Then dysregulated.
And somewhere in there my tired decided to be ADHD.

Friday is mostly a blur.

School ended early, but I had an evaluation and a feedback session with parents. My husband had cricket. We got home around 5pm, which was honestly the earliest we’d been home all week.

Normally we’d look forward to a Saturday sleep-in…
but when sport is part of your life, weekends don’t really belong to you.

At 3am Saturday morning, my husband and son were up.
By 3:30 they were on the road.
At 4:30 they were at school.
Then a 2½-hour bus trip for a full day of cricket.

I stayed home with our daughter - tired, behind on work and staring at a house that needed attention.

I fell asleep again.

We only properly woke up around 7am.

True to my word, I started washing and cleaning early. Got dressed to at least look like I had plans.

And that’s where my energy stopped.

I watched a series.
Took a nap.
The cricket ended earlier than expected, so my husband was home before dark.

We all went to bed early.
No shame.

Sunday came quickly.

Up at 4:30am.
Church.
Serving.

Now we’re home.
Sunday lunch.
Probably a nap.

Then comes the quiet preparation — school bags, meetings, sessions, mental checklists.

Because weekends end.
And adulting waits.

Some weeks aren’t about productivity.
They’re about survival, grace and resting when you can.

And that’s okay.

It’s okay to be unregulated 🤍

05/02/2026

Today was a great day… until it wasn’t.

And as a therapist, let me explain something gently.

When children spend all day fitting themselves into a “good behaviour” box, regulating, coping, complying, they can do it.
But home?
Home is their safe space.

So when they walk through that door, all the bottled-up energy, emotions and dysregulation often come out.

Not because they’re naughty.
But because they feel safe.

Just like we sometimes unload our worst days onto the people we love most.

Today, my son actually had a great day, even though he forgot to take his medication. A reminder that our kids are often more capable than we give them credit for.

My daughter, on the other hand, had a harder day. Too much socialising in class got her into trouble and she doesn't like getting into trouble, something went wrong with a friend and I had to make a tough parenting call, one of those decisions you don’t want to make, but make because protecting your child’s emotional wellbeing matters more than comfort.

She took it better than I expected.
Still heart sore.
Because when a friendship ends, the search for a “best friend” starts all over again.

And that hurts.

She’s a social butterfly and tonight I prayed she finds friends who align with her heart, her values and our family’s moral compass.

The evening ended quietly.
Early night.
Everyone tucked in.
The weekend slowly creeping closer.

Some days aren’t loud or funny or chaotic.
Some days require grace, patience and sitting with the discomfort.

And that’s part of raising humans too 🤍

It’s okay to be unregulated.

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