Just 3? Really? Pre-occupied, hopeful, chocoholic.
I'm at home full-time for now, spending far too much time writing, blogging and on other related projects, though I'm hoping to get some paid writing off the ground at some point.
Prior to kids I was an account director for a sales promotion agency and specialised in (oh, the sweet irony of this) marketing for children's fast moving consumer goods products (that's supermarket brands to most of us)...
Funnily enough I just wrote a post on this. Both my sons are allergic to nuts, and one day when I was surfing for nut-free recipes I came across a site that combined just that with blog posts. It was Pig In The Kitchen's blog, and it opened my eyes to the possibilities of what I had previously known very little about.
Blogging is perfect for me - right now - because it gives me a creative outlet which, although it is about my life, is in fact separate from it. And the kind people who comment give me feedback which, if you stay at home with small children, you will know is pretty thin on the ground once you stop paid employment!
Actually, that would have to be a collection of comments on a post I wrote whilst on holiday last year. I titled it 'I need a hero', fully intending the Bonny Tyler reference (and having used 'One night in Bangkok' in a previous post) and for it to reverberate in people's heads, but never envisaging how much the comment box would make me laugh when I opened it a few days later after being off-line...
I just spent 10 minutes trying to choose one from my blogroll telling myself 'Pick one! If you could only choose one, which would it be?'. I can't, sorry. They're all great, they all have their own niches, and I don't think I can single any one of them out. The thing they all have in common is that they are all so well-written!
When my sons show kindness to and thought for others. Not all children do it, and certainly not all the time, (my own included), so when I see that I try and celebrate it.
'Come on, just 3 more mouthfuls...'
The examples on my blog are endless, but probably the bogey incident in the supermarket comes out quite high in the ratings. I was feeling foolishly smug at how cute my boys were looking and how beautifully they were behaving, thinking something along the lines of 'gosh, I'm coping quite well, clever me', when my older son turned round, raised his hand high in the air, and shouted at the top of his voice "Mama! Bogey! Get rid of it!"
Being aware that I am so often preoccupied with keeping things running smoothly that I don't spend enough time one-on-one with my boys, just reading, playing, and smelling the roses.
So many people could fit here, but I think that right now, in contrast to A Modern Mother, I would like to ask Michelle Obama how she's coping with her new role, and if she misses the simplicity (though as she was previously a working mother, I'm not sure 'simplicity' is quite the right word) of her life as it was pre-presidential race and aspirations...
