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Reality of WAHM with small kids & Swine Flu!

Just notice how I can barely keep my eyes open and besides my thick Brazilian accent which normaly slows me down when I talk anyway I sound like a big blurb!

It’s not a joke to build an online business with such small kids.

You have to want it VERY badly!

Marcus Passey is a fellow Alex Jefreys’ student and his blog and the video I mention on mine can be found by clicking his name on this post. Thanks for the inspiration mate, lol.

Lot’s of love,

Sandra
In Joy With My Self

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4 Responses to “Reality of WAHM with small kids & Swine Flu!”

  1. Gary Simpson Says:

    Sandy,

    Hello dearest,

    Oh thank God I am past that stage now. I certainly don’t envy you. Hope the kids are gonna be OK soon.

    Good luck with the book launch – it’s a very BRAVE subject and I commend you.

    Gary Simpson

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  2. admin Says:

    Oh my friend, tks for the visit.

    It feels like is a never ending stage when they are that small (and sick) but they actually grow up so very fast that you end up wishing they would stay like babies for a bit longer…

    Well, sort of, sometimes. Maybe when they are sleeping. LOL

    I know the book will be highly critized and will equally be adored by people who will resonate with my story.

    I am open and ready for both reactions, I just needed toget it out of my system more then anything, hence the Releasing bit of it.

    I am actually writing a private message to you right now.

    Speak soon Gazza,

    Always lovely to see your gorgeous self, speacialy if in my motherly home.

    Lot’s of love,

    Sandra

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  3. Rob Canyon Says:

    Sandra,

    Marcus is inspiring people all across the internet…

    And, I’m glad he’s done the same for you.

    Keep up the videos… They only get better.

    Last time I came here I forgot to tell you my 10 year old snapped his arm in half at a
    soccer game. Watching it happen in real time was quite crazy.

    Isn’t it amazing that somehow we know what to do when crisis hits our kids.

    Hope your family has a much healthier future.

    Cheers,

    Rob

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  4. marcus passey Says:

    Hey Sandra

    How are you? wow did not know you mentioned my name in your video, and yep you got my surname right.

    Sandra your boy has a really cool name.

    It is hard to work with the noise of the children but you have to adapt dont ya.

    I shall have to take a look at your book..hope things are going okay with you.

    speak soon Sandra.

    Marcus

    Oh I live in kent to about half an hour away from you.

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