BEFORE I BECAME A MUM

Hello all, 

since I haven't managed to squeeze out time from being pulled in all directions by my kids, job and teeny weeny crochet business (which I pray earnestly to be mega big someday. *fingers crossed*), enough to edit some of the mini stories I've written, I decided to post this. I've had it for a while, even though its not finished, I want you guys to have something to read because I see that even on days that I don't post anything (which has been quite a while actually) you lovely people still visit and I have to tell you that it gives me encouragement. 

JUST GIST: CUSTOMER SERVICE IN NIGERIA

So today, I called a bunch of numbers belonging to a transport company that I lifted off their website in order to make enquiries about sending a package (envelope size) from Abj to PH. I wanted to send some items to PH.

Whenever I take crochet orders, I ask the client to pick whichever transport company they want me to send it through to make it easy for them to pick up. She chose this particular Transport Company.  

I googled them and found their website.

I called 6 numbers in all. 

After calling these 6 numbers, I decided to stop wasting my hard earned money and just told my client to pay a flat rate that if there was any change left over, I would send it back to her. 

The first two I dialed which were supposed to be for terminals in Utako and Mararaba were SWITCHED OFF. 

This, is what happened with the remaining four...

JUST GIST: Sleeping on duty

Early this evening , I decided to take a short nap after I got home from work and worked on my computer for a couple of hours.

My nieces are over for the holiday and I've been saddled with six girls for the past couple of weeks now. Oh yes. There are six of them.  (that’s with mine o, please my sister's not a self appointed baby manufacturing agency)

Can you imagine the decibel of their screams when decide to play tag? I have special ear plugs that I snatched from le boo’s swimming kit for that.

JUST GIST

My baby always reaches for my phone whenever she sees it and I have this habit of letting her play with it (which means slobbering drool all over it) just for a few seconds before collecting it from her and telling her it's “dirty”

So yesterday, I guess the phone had finally had it to its limit and it back fired.

Shortly after collecting my phone from her, I decided to sort out some laundry and since I needed all the space I could get and I didn’t want to be rummaging through already folded clothes when my phone beeped or rang, I decided to put it in my......*ahem!* ...you know...