Archive | August, 2009

Exciting excuses

22 Aug

Ok, ok… I am well aware that I have been more than rubbish in keeping up with this blogging malarky. I suppose it is living up to its title, at least. It is true, I have been rather manic. We have been getting out of the house more, as promised. Although to be honest, its still not as much as I would like and in truth, nowhere particularly exciting. But its a start at least.

There is, in fact,  something else which has been taking up most of my (very little) spare time… wedding planning. Yes, after three blissful years together, My Lovely Man is now My Lovely Fiance. He proposed on Tower Bridge, on the way home from a lovely few days away. We had been in Brighton with some friends and during a spontaneous browse around the gorgeous jewellery shops in The Lanes, we stumbled across the perfect ring. My dream ring. Which was, by some kind of miracle, just about within Lovely Man’s budget. So we snapped it up, on the understanding that it would be put away until the time was right for him to put his proposal plan in to action. Apparently I would have to wait at least another couple of months, as it had to be the right time of year and he needed to get me to the planned spot. So, when he suggested taking a detour through London on our way home, it hadn’t occurred to me what he was planning. It was a complete surprise. He really is a very Lovely Man and I couldn’t be happier.

Naturally, as any newly engaged female would do, I have been busy daydreaming about our wedding day ever since. Or perhaps that is just me?… Either way, this is my excuse for the lack of posting until now. I have, quite frankly, developed an addiction to browsing the internet for The Perfect Dress. I have also been writing draft guest lists and trying to get a rough idea of what our dream day will actually cost us. All very exciting!

There has also been a certain amount of planning for another very important day… Little Lady’s first birthday! I am absolutely amazed by how fast time has flown since she came in to our lives and I really can’t believe that she is about to turn a year old already. At the same time, as I’m sure any parent would understand, I also can’t remember what life was like without her. Neither would I want to.

So you see, I have been busy. I am also spending a vast amount of time counting my many blessings!


Yes, manic…

3 Aug

… So manic in fact, that despite setting up this blog months ago, I have yet to write a single word on it. This all changes today, of course. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Now, what to write about…

It would probably be more than fair to say that I don’t really have much of interest to share with the world. I am, for lack of a better term, a Stay At Home Mum.“Stay at home” appears to be a term I have taken quite too literally. As, if I am honest, myself and my Little Lady don’t really venture out of the house too often. This is something that I am am beginning to feel extremely guilty about. I should be out showing Little Lady the world. I long to be one of the fun, care free, intrepid mothers I spend (far too much of) my time reading about. For some reason, however, I seem to fail every single day to get much more done than a load of washing. Other than taking care of Little Lady, of course.

I had never realised before I became a Mother, quite how much hard work the job actually entails. Surely it would be the easiest job in the world to stay at home all day, looking after my little bundle of joy?


It turns out babies are hard work. They cry a lot, and as a Mother, it is your job to figure out why that might be. Easier said than done sometimes, believe me. They poop a lot, and you find yourself wondering if the amount / colour / frequency is normal. They need feeding, washing, play time, nap times, general love and care. Don’t get me wrong, all of this is lovely and really quite an obvious part of the job description. But try to fit all this in to a single day, on top of all the other simple tasks you would usually do… such washing yourself, brushing your hair and teeth, eating. Plus of course the household tasks which seem to multiply once you become a Mother. Washing, for example (how many clothes can one baby get through in a day?) and generally making sure that your home is a clean and safe environment for your little one.

Basically, all this makes for quite the manic lifestyle. I would even go as far as to say that I now resemble a clown in a circus trying to juggle while walking a tightrope. Except that, of course, a clown actually finds time to do his or her hair and make-up every day.

So the question I continually ask myself is, how do all the other Mums do it? Do they find their lives to be equally as manic as mine? Certainly to the outside world (myself in particular) this doesn’t appear to be the case. They seem to just glide serenely through their days without a care in the world – perfectly styled, baby attached to them in a fancy sling or sleeping peacefully in their designer pushchairs. Meanwhile I struggle to get us and our already battered, bulky pushchair out of the house before my Little Lady needs feeding again. Or has filled her nappy, again. Or has thrown up on me again, requiring yet another change of outfit for us both.

This was certainly the case in the earlier days of the Little Lady’s life anyway. I have to confess that, now she is over nine months old (Nine bloomin’ months! Where on earth does the time go?!) things have become a lot easier. She seems to have stopped throwing up at every opportunity, for a start. She is also now only on three milk feeds a day (rather than the previous six) and will happily munch her way through an assortment of finger foods for lunch. Plus she is generally a very content, happy and sociable baby.

So you see, I no longer have much of an excuse for struggling to get us both out of the house. The point of this post being, that I want to get down in writing that from now on, I WILL make more of an effort. My beautiful Little Lady deserves the best that life has to offer and staying in, looking at the same four walls every day with cbeebies on in the background, isn’t a happy or healthy environment for either of us. Plus there is the fact that I was always adamant that my child would not become a telly addict.

It all comes down to this – no matter how manic my days may seem, or how stressful they get… I have the most beautiful, precious little gift that I could ever have been given and I love her unconditionally. More than I ever thought possible, even. I really am so SO lucky and I want to make the most of every day we have together.  Being a Mother may well be the hardest job in the world, but I can’t think of anything more special or rewarding. As I said to My Lovely Man last night, there is certainly no other job I would rather be doing.

Now to decide what we will do today. After I have put that load of washing on. And made some lunch for us both…