Finally, after seven evenings trying to sit down and type out my mind I've managed to get a tiny bit of me time. Don't get me wrong I love my boys and my husband, and though I get 40 minutes in the morning (thanks Will) this time is allocated for preening, and by preening I mean shower, hair dried, make up on. Now to me that's not really classed as relaxing as I don't have a slice of cake, magazine and someone peeling me grapes but I'm aware not many mums get this time so I'm grateful.
So why have I decided to start this whole blogging journey?
I think it's mainly because I find myself talking to myself in my head - ok, now I've typed that, that's weird, I'm weird aren't I? But seriously, all the time I'm questioning my parenting, thinking about what to feed the boys which in my head is mainly gourmet, organic, healthy meals but realistically at 5pm I dish up dinosaurs and peas. Don't worry they do eat fruit during the day... sometimes.
I've always loved to write and planned on becoming a music journalist, and I was on my way to Westminster University to study journalism but then BAM. I met Will. The rest was history, I stayed and got a job working in Next and here I am today. My mum still doesn't let me live it down but hey mum, I am happy and have a gorgeous family! Plus I'm very much a homebird and I don't think it would have bode well your mum sleeping on your dorm floor. (Are they even called dorms?)
Got to leave it there, eldest (2) has woken up and needs to hold my hand for reassurance I'm still here.. so long hot cup of tea.
Other one is awake now too...
It's ok! They've been forgiven for me not finishing my tea as Clark is currently allowing his little brother a lick of his ice lolly! Speak soon!