Starting again is hard
It’s been a long time since I had the time or energy to write on a regular basis. My last post was a long time ago. Guess what happened.
- Shortly after my last post I fell pregnant. I didn’t know it at the time, but I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t write, I couldn’t even get coherent thoughts onto a voice recorder for writing later. I paced and talked at steadily increasing speeds. My husband likened it to watching a tennis match and listening to the television, radio and stereo all at once.
- Then we moved house (a whole 4 weeks before I had my little boy)
- Then I had a small baby in a country with no paid paternity leave
- I was a stay-at-home-mum (SAHM) with none of my family around and I was somewhat shell-shocked.
- Then my mother in law died (completely unexpected), My Father in law decided to move back to the UK and we were down to zero family around.
- For the past 18 months I have been Mum, Chief-cook-and-bottle-washer, Walking-buffet, and Wife (see how far down the list that one comes). Being me and doing anything I love has been a long time coming.
All of the above has prevented me from devoting any time to writing, either pleasure or paid. Call it a career break. But it hasn’t stopped me from writing bits down; those little bits that end up filling entire notebooks, without realising you’ve done it. The little bits that build up and you realise you actually have coherent thoughts that you could pull together and create actual content. It might have taken three weeks of a stolen five minutes here and there but you actually have something.
Becoming a mum has added depth to my life experience, but I have no desire to spend all of my time chronicling his every achievement or bemoaning my lot as a mum and talking about my drink problem (I really don’t have one unless you count tea). As a nod in that direction I have added The Ubiquitous Mummy Blog header for anything relating to being a mum and when I just want to have a bit of a mummy rant or when I want to talk about an amusing interlude with the boy. It’s completely separate so that those with no interest don’t have to look at it.
So I’ll get started on the rest…