Me Time!

On Sunday gone I attended a truly excellent event hosted by Moms Connect TT titled Me-Time held at the Anchorage, Chaguaramas. It was an occasion for mothers in Trinidad and Tobago to sit back, relax, drink wine, network and forget the cray of motherhood for a few hours. I immediately appreciated this as a selling pitch in a ‘TAKE MY MONEY, GIMME MY TICKET!!!’ kinda way. Of course, the absolute highlight of this event was the attendance and talk given by the one and only Kristina Kuzmic  known as the Truth Bomb Mom, whose viral videos are HIGH-LARIOUS (if you haven’t seen a single one, there’s this classic , this gem and this truly relatable one.)

I dragged another fantabulous mom with me and upon our arrival we were greeted with a swag bag area and then led toward the main event which was so beautifully decorated, I felt like it was a kinda dreamscape. I have no pictures of this part of the event simply because I was in that awe state. That swag bag was larger than usual and then a guy asked to take our pics and then a lady offered a yum spinach roll up thing and then another with wine and then another with cookie bites and then soon enough, our hands were full and we needed a reset. We managed to shuffle stuff around for comfort and then we started walking in earnest.

Now I have been to many ‘all inclusive’ events but none like this. What I mean is that usually an ‘all-inclusive’ would have a smorgasbord of things to sample from before your very eyes, but in this one I felt that I was catered to specifically. The organisers really put effort into ensuring that there were goodies and stations there that a mom would truly appreciate. So from wine, ice cream, cakes and teas to makeup touchups, manicures on the spot, boutique tables, scented candles and hair and body goodies. I particularly liked the Twigs Naturals set up, Mama Bee’s Baby Food and the guy with the drink titled Suspense which I am praying gets picked up by a distributor but at the same time I think he should make all the bottles for me alone, it is that delish!

This event wasn’t all about the freeness (although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that 🙂 ), there were also a variety of workshops presented as well. Now we arrived late and only managed to see two of the main workshops but the variety of booths and the information from the exhibitors made up entirely for that. The Latin dancing session by Rico Suave was so enjoyable!!! A lot of moms were front and centre and even Kristina was in the thick of it! Thank God for that Sacha station which I managed to get to in the nick of time only for the makeup guy to question what he deemed the ‘ashyness’ of my face and fix it immediately. It’s a good thing I have a sense of humour yes!

At the main event Kristina looked gorgeous! She was outfitted by the Little Black Dress and slayed to the high heavens! She spoke about her background, how she came to be known as the Truth Bomb Mom, how her parenting skills work for her despite what anyone thinks or has to judge about it. All of this of course injected with her brand of humour which was delightful to witness in person.

We were truly happy to spend our well-deserved Me Time! It was really an event with a genuine feel, light-hearted and happy. We left really open, talking about our gremlinz, our husbys and how we felt about different situations in our own lives. More and more I realize how important it is for mothers in particular to have these kinds of gabs with one another to ease the tension valve so that we all don’t go crazy at the same time. I wholeheartedly congratulate the event organisers Moms Connect TT and wish them all the best in their future endeavours. I will be stalking them with a passion to see what they come up with next. They are THAT good. Here are some pics I took from the event, I didn’t take a lot, didn’t want to take up too much of my Me Time 😀


This drink!  As soon as it hits the shelves I’m stocking about ten bottles.

Giveaways galore!

A work colleague of mine from the Southland always sings praises. Finally I can join the chorus. This was joy in a cup.

Cheers! Well done!!

Bless up



P.S.  Swag

My phone camera was astonished at the amount of stuff hence the blurriness…

Coupons! 😀


Life of a Hustler (part 1)

I am always hustling. Counting minutes in my head, always watching my timepiece. I am a veritable slave to time. It is the only way that I know to exist.

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(Nobody is usually smiling  like that though. There’s usually urging, yelling, snapping fingers, pleading and total forgetting of the usual family pleasantries, I’m late dammit.)it’s bad, I know.

During the week I wake up at 4 am. I strive to pray but it usually ends up with me telling God, “thanks for waking me up, we’ll talk more in the car.” I actually get off my bed around 4:30 or 5am depending on whether young Boyo is lying next to me under my armpit or how much prep I have to do to send people off with food. Then I have to make sure to leave home before 6:45 or else I’ll have to resort to driving like a maniac so I can screech in to work on time. So my morning routine is like a checklist going of in my head, of course subject to delays: car trouble, burnt breakfast, last-minute bathroom trips. Then I offload the gremlinz at my mother’s in the opposite direction. Sometimes she wants to do small talk which I don’t usually mind but other times: tick tock. Sometimes the gremlinz forget stuff at home which allows me to reconnect with God as I royally get pissed off. “This is a well-oiled machine that isn’t supposed to have any kinks! Get it together!!!” It is bad, again, I know.

I work one and a quarter hours away and the roads are really bad but punctuality cares nothing for distance. I make sure to get gas for my car the evening before because any delay could cause me to get stuck in traffic that I wouldn’t have been stuck in, had I left earlier. I have every single traffic light timed in my head and memorized. I have shortcuts mastered. I even try to anticipate how fast a driver looks like he will go so I will know not to get stuck behind him.  I know all the potholes in the aforementioned bad roads. I know the distance from A to B is 12 minutes, B to C is 3 minutes, C to D is 11 minutes, D to F is 7 minutes with complete exactness. Sad? Yup….

Don’t ever be a teacher who is late. You might as well be carving your own to cross to properly well plant into the ground in a place called Calvary. Not to mention, you are exposed for principal, colleagues, students, everybody to judge no matter your lame/valid excuse. I have 45 minutes late against my record for the year. I CANNOT afford to add to it to be supplied with letters and to suffer through warnings so I try my best. But then there are others who operate  like time in a non-muthaluvin factor. My husband is like that. No concept of time whatsoever and he cares nothing for it, whenever he reach, he reach which I think is a little selfish.

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Sigh….Get there on time! The world does not revolve around you and your tardiness!

I could try to slow down but then the joke’s on me as everything then piles up like dishes in your sink. No one feels as obligated to get tasks done in my camp which would assist everyone. I tend to run out of constant reminders for the fam so I might as well get up do it myself. It will work until I drop down. One of these days I will activate the FUCKIT button though.  Bad? Definitely. Next up….weekends….

Bless up



She looked at me and deadpanned, “Ah cyah handle allyuh sometimes yuh know”. And then let go a long watery steups. I started to laugh.

Some time ago I was pregnant. It wasn’t a totally glorious time with sunshine, rainbows and idyllic photoshoots in the woods. It was painful, I was heavy, my bones ached and I was so ready for it to end post week 28. However, I must say beyond my beyond beyoooootiful baby boy (hereafter referred to as Boyo), the best part of being pregnant is all the courtesy I got as I ventured all over the place. The malls, the church, on the road Carnival Monday and Tuesday (yes, I went through bravely and that was awesome)…People were like ‘watch out’, ‘be careful’, ‘take my seat’, ‘ok I will spare you this time but don’t let me catch you on the bus route again’…..that sorta thing. I was so appreciative and sometimes just a kind word helped me along the way while I was doing business on the outside when I just wanted to be home in meh bed.

Flash forward to post-pregnancy……After I recovered, life continued so I still had to move to suit my other two gremlinz. In addition, I had other personal business to see about, so I had to load up baby in car seat and hit the road. Well if I was surprised at the kindness of people while I was pregnant, I was blown away by the courtesy I received when toting 2-week old Boyo around. In a financial institution I got a cheque cashed when the official policy is to deposit it directly into your bank account. At three banks, I was immediately ushered to the counter. In a government office I got skipped to the front of a loooooong snaking line and got through in 20 minutes. The same thing happened when I went to pay a utility bill. I begged a park in a car park in the heart of POS and got through. In the grocery a lady took the items out my cart for me, even though it was a few things I ducked in to get. I felt really special, so special that my husband said I was milking it. I started bragging to no end :D, hence the reason for my sister’s response at the top of the post here. She told me I need to shut up when I kept talking about how easy and quick I kept getting through at places when I have Boyo with me 😀


As a busy mother especially in Trinidad where customer service is close to nil and services move like molasses at particular times of the month, I was eternally grateful and ok maybe a tad over-zealous with it. I kept daring the system and felt like I was winning.  My mother volunteered to babysit but I was like “Nah! I’m good! Both of us going!” I felt like as a mother you gotta do what you gotta do. So if I hadda be smart and use meh popo as leverage, I doing it and if I continue annoying people like my sister who hadda stand in line, so be it. The nine months have to count for something :’D

Bless up