Sitting, pre-Christmas, with the dregs of last night’s wine in front of me, I have decided to start a blog. Yep, a blog. Me, who does nothing and has not really that much of note to say.
…This is where, if anyone ever reads this, they will wonder why on earth I ever thought anyone would be interested in my series of random mutterings.
But I’m working on the basis that, if someone reads it and hates it, so be it; and if nobody ever reads it, then it’s just putting my random mutterings down on (virtual) paper.
And it’s not like I haven’t got time on my hands.
Dear God, I really do have time on my hands. Time a-plenty.
Actually, I suppose, that’s where my story starts, or rather the story of my blog starts.
Three months ago, my second (and sadly, final) child started at Big School, leaving a big old yawning chasm in my life. Whilst she happily trotted off to play with her big brother (or be ignored by him whilst he starts his career as Football Manager), and to become Boss of the Princesses, I was left with time. Lots and lots of time.
Now, a lot of friends and acquaintances, particularly those with younger children who haven’t yet gone to school, congratulated me on having ‘me’ time back, on being lucky enough to gain all that freedom. Let me tell you, there were lots of envious glances.
And, yes, I am very lucky; lucky that I don’t have to work; lucky that I have a very supportive husband who appreciates the job I do at home and, of course, lucky to be mum to two of the greatest little kids in the world (no bias here!).
But, to be honest, I have never felt as lost as I have on this first term of my little one being at school all day. There was a lot of weeping and wailing in the first week or two, most of it mine rather than hers, and then silence. A big old silence. Hours and hours of a big old silence.
After a couple of weeks, the weeping and wailing was replaced, or largely replaced, by clock-watching, enormously inefficient walks to the shops to kill time, starting up running (but not doing terribly well at it), doing laundry that didn’t really need doing and more clock-watching. A lot more clock-watching.
And then I gave myself a little kick up the butt.
And made a list – oh, thank God for whoever invented lists.
….a list of self-improvements
… and the first one is START A BLOG!
So, now all I need to do is work out how to start one!
…. Watch this space and learn with me!
