So, I blame my Facebook friends for repeatedly suggesting such an idea but I am now going to give it a go, to indulge myself and in all my endless free time (as a self-employed Mother of two ‘quirky’ – but maybe more on that in other posts? – read: quite challenging children) have a go at a bit of writing about us, our life and anything else I want to rant on about (hey, I did say it was going to be self-indulgent, did I not?).
The three events in the last three weeks have almost felt a culmination of craziness that has led onto deciding to write more. I thought this craziness might dissipate as my children got older but it actually seems to remain still fairly steadily nuts around here. This is why I have chosen to call my blog, Mum amidst Madness. I felt the ‘amidst’ implies I am just somehow surrounded by the hullabaloo and actually really nothing to do with, certainly not a contributing factor, but of course, rearrange the letters and we have mum ‘admits’ the madness, which I will also be doing when I write, plus perhaps additionally admitting that, like my children, I too have my own quirks and sometimes seem to play my own role in bringing the chaos upon us all (sorry dear husband). Like many mothers I think my brain is just on constant addled overdrive and it occasionally just all falls apart and we laugh (try to anyway) and then pick up the pieces (no mouse pun intended – even its tail was actually still intact – just quite flat like the rest of it).
So yes, the three events in the first three weeks of this term… I have:
a) Worn my lovely long leather boots with a dead mouse in them – for THREE days
b) Had to saw my five year old niece out of my twelve year old son’s room (on the very first occasion my sister allowed me to look after her four children en masse).
c) Exactly as I wrote on my personal Facebook page, also had that weird Wednesday where I did the school run with no children in the car.
This is why I am going to have a go at writing more. The madness needs to be shared (for my own attempt at sanity saving if nothing else!).
As part of my work (I run Music with Mummy classes here in Winchester for children from birth to school age) I also see and chat with other Mums on a daily basis. With this in mind, even though my own two boys are now twelve and fifteen (where did they time go?) I still feel quite connected to the world of parenting younger children. Plus, pre-Facebook (when I could not bear the idea of sharing ANYTHING on the internet – I seem to have gone the other way nowadays – ahem!), I kept a lengthy daily diary of my boys early years and our experiences and giggles and challenges. I have always found writing cathartic. This diary was for my eyes only but now with older children and, dare I say it, a sliver more free time, it will be great to write, not with a potential audience in mind necessarily (as I said this will be strictly indulgent – am doing it to please myself), but in a public way so anyone that wants to dip in and read my ramblings can do so. I just think all us Mums are in this together and therefore need to stick together and share the madness and the challenges and support each other as we try to laugh at it and muddle through.
I have checked with my two children and they are happy to be mentioned in anything I write as long as they can read and approve it first. And I will no doubt also be dipping into my old diaries and sharing with you gems such as ‘I can’t go to school today, I have a tummy ache in my neck and my DNA is all wobbly’ (current twelve year old then aged about seven). So here we go, first blog post and it has sort of written itself – although a certain twelve year old flouncing around in his silk robe (yes, really – his Christmas present of choice!) did come in and demand a bacon omelette about a paragraph back. Am I also sort of using this blog to have an excuse to wilfully ignore my children? Ha! Maybe. Anyway, bacon omelette ago now and first ever blog post written. If you’ve got this far, thanks for reading! ❤