It’s always really hard to know where to start, where’s the beginning, what’s the beginning to this particular story, so hard sometimes, it’s easier not to start at all. First off, I’m an over thinker, I’d think and think and think and then the whole day would go without my ever doing anything about all the things I’ve thought. If I got a chance that is, most times thoughts are interrupted before they can even form, as is the way when raising three little humans.
I – as do most parents – spend a lot of time thinking about my children. Thinking about what to do with them, and what to do with them that means they are vaguely intact by bath time, how to minimise the bickering, the I’m bored and hungrys, the destruction of the house. And when not thinking about what to do, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I did wrong – note the overthinking part above. One of the aims of this blog is to celebrate parenthood, not in a sugar coated way, nope, there’s enough of that, but the small victories, the small things that make up a day that actually make the day worth while, the time the kids didn’t pull each others hair out or they all sat round the dinner table and all liked the same dinner and all had fun, those little times. Parenting can be a lonely job sometimes, and I think the more we talk about it, the good and the bad, the easier it’ll be, at least to get through a kid packed day. Sometimes a celebration means acknowledging how hard it is whilst collapsing on the sofa with a bottle of wine, sometimes it’s giving up on cooking dinner and buying pizza and laughing at the utter absurdity of it all.
I also want to use this blog to talk about other things. The things that make me me and make me remember there is a me, and not just a mum or worker, it’s too easy to get caught up in each and defined by both that you forget the things you loved. I love reading, writing, music, and cooking. I love clothes, walking in the city, coffee that’s too hot and too strong, interior design, flea markets, vintage stuff of all varieties, and increasingly, photography. I love yoga, beaches, winter, autumn, summer and spring. Writing this I remember I love lots of things. It’s too easy sometimes to forget. What do you love? What makes you, you?
Let’s laugh at our kids, let’s not beat ourselves up, let’s embrace the madness, and remember, the years are short even if sometimes the days are very, very long!