It has been a long time since I have thought about blogging…. properly.
By long, I mean years. Seven years to be exact. My how things have changed in the land of the blog in seven years!
I was an avid blogger back in the day… you know, “pre kids”. The days when sleep ins were the norm and I was able to pee without an audience. When shopping for milk took five minutes and I would leave the store with… milk.
Now its 45min and I leave with milk, formula, some wipes because I cant remember how many are left, muesli bars for school lunch, a freddo frog and my sanity all packed away in a re-useable enviro friendly bag made of hemp that was a guilt purchase to support a cause I wish I had more time to read about, but the leaflet will most likely end up as paper for the kids to draw on somewhere down the track…
I have been back and written some half arse stuff. Weightloss, kids, sanity.
My heart wasnt in it and I didnt continue. My passion for writing was overridden by exhaustion (two kids with sleep issues, an interstate move and a hubby away more than he’s home tends to do that to a girl!) and the need to get the basics of life done.
My passion for writing didn’t disappear whilst I was adjusting to motherhood. It sat quietly in a part of my soul I have been to tired to access, the part that holds my love of arts, crafts, campaigning, writing, reading. The things I deemed a luxury that I didn’t have time for. Or more accurately didn’t make time for.
So what has brought it bobbing to the surface? Why now?
Well, this is why now……
My six year old daughter Biddle, brought me her first ever work of fiction. It is fantastic and I will treasure it for years to come because it represents her passion. She inherited my love of reading, writing, drawing and even sculpting despite rarely seeing me indulge in these loves.
Seeing her beautiful book reminded me of my first book. Which my Mum still has (so she says) and got me thinking about how much I want to get back into writing.
So I am starting small with a blog, writing about what I know. Nappy rash, feeding kids clean food (aka: hiding veggies), working out to shift baby weight 18 months after giving birth, Autism Spectrum Disorder, Sensory Processing disorder,moving, chaos, teething, cleaning and just stuff in general.
I cant promise it will be riveting. Or always amusing. But it will be me.
Thanks for joining me!