- Rule No.1. Write some stuff.
- Rule No.2. Continue writing more stuff, probably more frequently than every six months.
Well, there you go. I can’t sing, dance, act, get a baby to sleep through the night, or blog, apparently. I’d love to say that in the past six months I’ve been doing something spectacular, like trekking across the Amazon saving endangered species, or that I’d gone back to work and was just sooo busy juggling the trials of being an uber-successful “career woman” and a mother that I hadn’t found time to blog. But, I’d be lying. I mean, some days, I haven’t even found time to shower. I LITERALLY JUST CANNOT CRACK THIS MOTHERHOOD THING. Almost ten months in, and no, the baby is NOT sleeping through the night. Far from it. In fact, so far from it that most nights I’m up 10 times or more, and that the baby and I are both crying ourselves back to sleep.
(Wow, I’ve gone straight in there with the honesty. Lucky that I don’t have too many followers to scare off, at this point.)
I know that I can’t really cite being exhausted as the reason that I have been ludicrously unproductive for half a year – I’m well aware that other people are equally exhausted and still have their sh*t together a few weeks post-partum – but my whole entire life currently revolves around how much sleep I’m (not) getting, as well as the 24/7 supervision of my tiny human, so I may as well tell it how it is. Plus, I’m hoping you might feel a teensy bit sorry for me and bear with me whilst I no-doubt continue to fail at blogging for the foreseeable future.
Quite honestly, I had been meaning to delete this page for a while just due to the pure embarrassment at how long it had been since I last posted, but I read a great post earlier from Mom of 3 Boys, which completely changed my mind. The post detailed a mum’s experience with a baby suffering from reflux and colic, and how bloody hard the whole journey can be. The main thing that struck me, however, is how instantly I related to her story, and how much it moved me. I think as human beings – and particularly as parents – we are constantly seeking validation that we aren’t doing anything wrong; that we’re not the only ones going through whatever the hell we’re going through at that time. And that’s where I think the online community is so fantastic: a post like that can make someone instantly feel a bit less crap, a bit less alone, and give them a bit of hope that however dire the situation, it really is just a phase (as much as I have vowed to kill the next person who tells me this, I know in my heart of hearts that it’s true).
This is why I logged back in today and will face the shame of being the prodigal blogger (cue ‘Shame’ meme from Game of Thrones). I really will try harder. And you never know, tomorrow might be the day that my son decides he wants to sleep 12 hours a night, and I’ll have oodles of time to spend writing and drinking tea. Hahahahahaha…