Firstly, I want to apologise for my lack of blog posts, lately I have been finding my feet with my new life…. Before you ask noooo I haven’t left my husband… nor have I moved house… or changed job… what I mean by “new life” is … my new life with a walking one-year-old and a business that just seems to get busier by the day… In between replying to emails, writing reviews, working on MyBump2Baby’s app and doing the housework… I have been chasing around a one-year-old who shits for fun… so please forgive me… life is how do you put it? somewhat tough at the moment.
My husband and I are like ships passing in the night at the moment, as soon as he comes home from work I make tea then I disappear to my office to catch up with work that has built up through the day whilst he looks after George. Now, don’t get me wrong I love my job and I love how established and busy it is getting but I miss my husband and the time we used to spend with each other… I miss the nights when we could just go out for tea or nip to the cinema. I am naturally a spontaneous person so a planned, organised, repetitive routine bores me immensely and I feel like I have turned into such a boring cow… I don’t want to even spend time with myself… however sadly that’s impossible.
I guess it is my own fault for being so naive and thinking that once George got to 1 years old things would become a lot easier … I mean I wasn’t expecting cups of tea on tap (yet anyway) but I was expecting he wouldn’t need me as much and I could fit work, calls and emails in whilst I have him but of course like with all my parenting thoughts I was utterly and completely wrong… Right ok… So how can I put this without you thinking… “holy shit this is this girl deluded??” ok well… I guess the way I came to this expectation was like this… if George is a year closer to moving out then surely at 1 years old he should be a year more self-sufficient than he was last year????? What’s that??? Doesn’t work like that you’re saying? wishful thinking on my part I guess.
Since George’s first birthday in April, George now needs me more than ever before. Not only am I his feeder… I have been promoted to feeder, cleaner, comforter, punch bag, protector and doctor… Promoted or demoted I am not quite sure… the funny thing is … as his demands are increasing so is my love for him… which makes it a little easier (literally a teeny tiny tad bit easier) but to be totally honest I constantly feel like I’m treading water at the moment and it is hard work. Something I have learnt in the last year is that everything is a phase and no 2 days are the same… some days I wake up and think … “Right let’s do this shit” and some days I wake up desperate to go back to sleep and dream of holidays and cocktails with my boys… (holidays with George and the hubby ~ cocktails with the hubby just to confirm).
So I guess what I am trying to say in this blog post is I am sorry for not posting in a while but I am back BIG TIME and with the MyBump2Baby app launching soon you can expect constant blog posts, reviews and recipes from me and if you would like me to write about something imparticular that you feel would benefit yourself or other parents or if you have an interesting story you would like me to share feel free to contact me, I am always open to ideas and I look forward to sharing more of my nightmare cough cough oops sorry…. I mean journey through motherhood with you all and I look forward to hearing your stories too, I love getting messages from my readers.
Anyway I look forward to checking in with you lovelies soon,