When I first started blogging I had every intention of being prolific, writing funny, witty, and inspirational guides on parenting whilst sat in coffee shops with Theo sleeping peacefully in his Urbo2. It hasn’t exactly worked out like that. WordPress reminded me that I haven’t blogged for four months! That’s crazy! Why haven’t I done something that makes me feel so much better? Blogging is like a cleansing, letting me rid my mind of all the annoyances I bottle up. So as I sit waiting for a meeting that’s been delayed half an hour, I thought I’d offload.
Where do I begin? Four months have flown by; we’ve moved house, been on holiday (the less said about the “japoozi” the better…those poor, poor girls…). We’ve knocked down walls, and worked a hell of a lot. Life’s been pretty chaotic, but it’s starting to sink in that this is our new ‘normal’.
Yes, that’s rights, after deciding we definitely weren’t going to buy a house until the winter, we definitely went and bought a house slap bang in the middle of summer. We wanted a three bed in ‘the sticks’. We ended up with a two bed (although they are colossal bedrooms) in the middle of town. So life hasn’t gone according to my very rigid plans. But you know what? I’m cool with that. Becoming a mum has made me think “to hell with the rule book.” Me and Alex getting together was a surprise and that worked out well. Theo was a surprise and that worked out well. Buying our first house has also worked out pretty well! Come on life, what else have you got?
It’s now getting to my least favourite time of the year. Puddles, snot, darkness, and the dreaded ‘C’ word. Yay. And since I work in retail, it’s been lurking in the back of my mind for what seems like forever. Everyone keeps asking what Theo wants for Christmas. They keep telling me about all the things they’ve got their kids, and that they “just couldn’t wait” and “had to give them a present (or ten) early.” I know we don’t deprive Theo. Believe me I’ve stood on every piece of his Duplo, gone flying on all three of his red vtech buses, and know every song on his Peppa Pig remote. I just don’t think we should be encouraging our kids to become mini ‘Dudley Dursleys’. I know my Instagram feed will be full of photos of present mountains on Christmas Eve, and excited mummies and daddies doing their Santa duties. But are we really helping our kids? We’ve got Theo a tool bench because he’s been helping Alex with the DIY. At the time of buying it I could imagine him busily hammering all the plastic nails in the holes, yet deep down knowing he’ll only be interested in the cardboard box, or hammering the cat’s head. Basically I think we’re all getting way too sucked into marketing. Our kids don’t give a damn! They just want to roll in mud, eat raisins from down the side of their car seat, and empty all the kitchen cupboards.
I’m going to try desperately to keep my shit together through this dark time, and not fall into the consumerist trap. I hope you can do the same. Good luck fellow Mamas!