1) This is not earth shattering stuff. We mama's know, oh so well, that being a mama is concurrently sucky and lovely.
2) No one is reading it. I know this because there is a tracking function and I get exactly zilch hits. I don't feel obligated to keep up my readership updated with my newest antics because there is no readership.
3) My writing isn't particularly funny or heartwarming or witty or clever. My anecdotes are not particularly interesting and I'm not a good story teller, I get too bogged down in getting every little detail in exactly the chronological order that it occurred. It makes me feel better about how I remember things but its not exactly riveting stuff to read once its done. I don't want to tell the world about every little thing I do because then I will become a study in my own self absorption. Once I got down those few posts I wrote in August and September I felt a lot better and the need to write it all down went away. I've felt like I needed to justify that, but as for the why and whom to, I have no idea.
4) There are a lot more exciting and funny mama blogs out there than mine that I love reading. For example theuglyvolvo amalah alphamom and yes I do actually have an In Real Life friend (or more correctly my friends wife) that writes a mama blog and it is actually funny and interesting. I'm a bit jealous because she wrote this post about her mothers group which I had already thought about writing and she did a better job than I could (except that I don't have enough friends so my mothers group filled in that hole nicely). So for the record here is a photo of the posts I wanted to write for this blog waaayyy back in August complete with snail, nyah.
5) Charlie Bear went from being an immobile little cherub and turned into a crawling menace. I feel can't go to the bathroom or take a shower or any of those other stereotypical mama complainants about motherhood. We had to baby proof the house and now have a morning shower routine so everyone gets to be clean all day. And yes when I need to, I go to the toilet and leave her to her own devices and pray the Billy bookcase doesn't come crashing down and squish her. That's the only thing we didn't baby proof.
6) In addition to the crawling menace I've had adventures in baby led weaning or BLW. And no I'm not a Hippie Earth Mother. Even though I made all this Hippie Earth Mother baby food and spent hours mashing and blending it turns out my baby thinks that spoons are red hot pokers meant to torture her and she cries up a storm and refuses to eat from them. Which is ironic as at my baby shower I received a heap of baby feeding paraphernalia that is about as useful as tits on a racehorse. So now my day revolves around stopping the Billy book case from squishing the crawling menace AND naps AND preparing sticks of food and picking up piles of squished up food off the floor and wiping down the baby and the highchair and the floor and the walls and the cat three times a day while also trying to be an Awesomely Attached Super Mama.
7) As well as trying to be Awesomely Attached Super Mama I am also trying to be more creative and crafty. Muhahaha that sounds like I'm trying to take over the world. What I mean is, I would like to, and have been attempting to, make things such as home decor, clothes and crafty type things. I have so far made a cushion that I can't sew closed because it has too much stuffing and a quilted table runner which I am actually pretty pleased with. I made it from scraps left over from my baby shower bunting. Its not square, its not straight, but its cute and I made it myself, for her. Win!
So, I might post from time to time. We'll see.
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