Someone at work recognised me the other day.
She was a mum who had kids in swimming lessons with mine (I think? I’ve had a terrible memory over these holidays – too much stress and work) and she said “and you used to have a blog, didn’t you?”
I replied yes. She’s not really wrong.
I’m so terribly sporadic at writing and when I do there’s not a whole lot of substance that comes out.
I’m certain that a “good” blogger would be writing about Dolores starting school in 4 weeks.
About how we decided to change Dex’s school so now they’ll both be going to the local state school because the religious side was wayyyyyy too much for me to deal with for a kindergartener (yes I did have the discussion with them about the religious curriculum and what they said and what was taught were two very different things)
They may even write about how I have given up facebook for a week (trial period is for a week – I’ve still got messenger at the moment because with 12gig of data, why would I text). It is going well. I feel like I’ve seen more of my friends in the past 4 days without it than I have in the past 4 months with it.
Or that I may be taking that step into the seemingly cult like world that is the Thermomix.
Or that we’re going to try make another baby which is exciting, scary, frustrating all of those things.
I’m certain there’s way more interesting things for me to be writing about and I’m more than capable of doing it, but I just don’t.
Not that I don’t want to. I often write entire posts in my head when I have no access to my computer and they are hilarious. And witty.
And then they’re gone. Because I’ve been distracted by this or that and it has taken my great idea along.
I’m going to carry a little notepad around with me and take notes when something great comes along.
I’m just that dedicated to you guys.
Also, avocado diced on top of your spaghetti. Get on that.