Now one can claim that I’m extremely busy at the moment as the last entry was in December! But a three month hiatus should surely be considered a sabbatical.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have much to talk about at this moment in time. It all seems a bit same-y as each day has a routine closely akin to groundhog day. Child climbs in bed only to be shooed out. Child cries so weak willed mother lets her back in. Lack of sleep, breakfast, activities, cook then bedtime. Surely there was more to my life before Monkey?
Not that I would change motherhood for the world – far from it. But lately I’ve been dreaming and possibly perusing the ideas of what if. What if I had stayed in Japan? Well, the tsunami today would have made my parents have kittens whilst making my hair stand on end. Thankfully, from the sounds of things, all friends are safe and well. What if I had got that job in the City? Would I have been swallowed up by the big lights and the enormous-ness of it all? Or grit my eeth and worked through it all? And what if I stopped wondering about the what if’s?
I love my life and family. I love the fact that we can spend time together and just enjoy what we have, which renders the what if’s as moot. But reflection of what we hold dear is good for the soul.
I don’t however love the fact that in my 30’s I can still get spots that erupt like Mount Etna. But then at least Girlpants comforted me by telling me that it’s because I’m young at heart, which got him brownie points and a steak dinner.