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It’s a Mans Woman’s World

It’s a Mans Woman’s World


I like to think that I am the King of my castle, but sadly this is simply not true. I am outnumbered in my house 2 to 1. 2 women, my wife and teenage daughter and just me, one man. This often seems to go against me, especially when it comes to democratic voting. If the ladies of my life want something and work together, they invariably get what they want.

Help - I have teenager daughters!

The realisation came when having a conversation with my teenage daughter about what she wanted for her birthday. She said a babyliss PRO perfect curl and I said a what? It turns out it’s (in her words) ‘an awesome machine that curls your hair so that you look totally amazing’. She told me the price and I politely said no, because I thought it was too expensive. However, my wife also wanted one and saw this as a good excuse to get one, so long story short, my daughter got one for her birthday.

On her birthday, she opened the present and gave me a big hug. I was the world’s greatest Dad. She got home from school that night and she curled her hair with her mom. I heard lots of giggling and laughing and generally a good time was had by all. She eventually came downstairs to reveal her new look and she looked amazing. The next day she went to school with the curls in and returned with a big beaming smile on her face. I was the Dad who could do no wrong.

Mums and daughters

However, disaster came at the weekend. There I am trying to enjoy a lie in when I hear a loud scream that woke me up. I ran downstairs expecting to see a burglar, or a dead body or a mouse but I saw none of those things. Instead I saw my wife in curls. She looked great and I told her so. My daughter did not look so happy. If my wife was going to have curls then she couldn’t because they have to look different.

So now they want me to buy Cloud Nine hair straighteners. Sometimes you just can’t win!

If my sister-in-law recommends it, it must be good!

I have a sister-in-law that is high maintenance by her own admission. My brother doesn’t always have it easy with her, but as my mother always used to say: He picked his own battle.

Anyway, my brother and sister-in-law was recently blessed with a ridiculously cute newborn baby, James. He is the first born grandchild on both sides of the family, so it has been a huge occasion.

I am not around babies too often, and one can easily forget how tiny they really are. Not to mention how much they sleep!

Anyway, a pregnant friend of mine and I was speaking with my sister-in-law, Marsha last week, and I was dumstruck when she actually recommended a product to my friend. This is the same Marsha who can’t  say a good thing about anyone, or anything. That was when I knew if this product carries her recommendation, it must be pretty darn good!

The product is called Revitol scar removal cream. And according to Marsha it worked wonders for her. She has always been very attent on her body, and if she says that this product left her with zero stretch marks, I am leaning towards believing her. She is borderline vain, so I am pretty sure she was poring over every inch of her body looking for those crow’s feet.

Anyway, little James is super cute, and I am off to go watch him sleep. Talk again soon!