That Time of the Year...

*In Eminem voice*

“Guess who’s back...
Back again...
Hazel’s back...
Tell a friend...”

Okay, okay...lemme stop fooling around and get down to biznit. What I have to say today is tres important. Imagine I had to take time off my self-imposed sabbatical to blog about this. That’s how importa-mkpa it is.

Ladies, if you are married and a parent to school age kids (plural oooo), September is the time to love the heck outta your husband (...or whoever pays the piper). I know you love him already but at this time, you up the ante on loving. Tell, touch, kiss, hug, sex, cook, clean...the whole nine yards and jara! You do not wait for the opportunity to show him....no. You create the opportunity and it best be every other minute of the day...until his September payday, at the very least. Then, you can go back to showing him regular love ‘cos I can bet you even a Stanford Wife (original) does not come wired with stamina for such extended service.

I mean, it’s all fun and games when summer time rolls by. Vacation meets the Amazing Trio: Credit card, Debit card, Cash! Nothing says fun like chortling excited kids and retail therapy! The kids need the time off, and you could really use a break...justification right there. And before you even get the chance to unpack your bagful of duty-free chocolates, it is time for Back-to-School. Hello School Fees... 

When I saw the school fees quote for Chets and Zi, my heart dropped all the way to my Kente slippers! Whaaaaaaat?! The hubby had called to find out how much it was so he can organize his finances. That one of the things I love about him...organized finances. Anyways, I couldn’t readily access the paper so I told him it was the usual; the usual being a little above 300L. When I eventually found and peeped the amount, liver cut! I couldn’t tell him. I placed the paper strategically on the dresser. Let his eyes tell him, biko!

We paid the fees today. I offered to go along. I usually don’t but this one heavy small. I had words like “Odogwu” and “Nwoke e ji eje mba” accompany every sigh that unknowingly escape him. His lower leg muscles hurt a bit from all the walks he’s been taking recently so it made perfect sense to rub his thighs gently, soothingly as he slotted his card into the school POS right? When the debit alert hit his mobile and he said, “You know, this single amount I just paid saw me through nursery school to university...and my mother even had some change sef”, who else but his biggest fan will get the joke and laugh the hardest? I even threw in a “That is, ehn” into the mix, for easy digestion! Ko easy, ra ra.

I remembered to ask for a discount since I have a second child in same school. I was calmly informed that discounts are only given on the third child fees. Haha! Third child, ehkwa? One, Two, Three? Hahahaha. Unu ga eche. There’s a new contraceptive in town. It’s called SchoolFees by APSL Pharmaceutical...(Association of Private Schools in Lagos).

Boo, o jare, if you ever read this (of course i’ll make sure you do), I love you to bits! For everything you do...and cannot do...for us. If I have to choose all over again, it’ll be the same choice. Thank you for everything!

 

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Oooookay. Y’all see i’ve created an opportunity to love, ehn? Oya, boys and girls, drop a comment and go create an opportunity to love. Until the next time, toodles.

*crawls back into...*

Oh, I know y’all have been waiting for the concluding part to my last post. So have I. Crazy, init? But the sister is still in a coma and we will have that concluding part as soon as she wakes. Deal? Deal! Ok.

*crawls back into shell*