It would appear that I’ve not written any more posts since my last one about meaning to write more posts…
I did feel a bit guilty about that, not to mention a million and one other things I haven’t done
but then I read a comment someone left over on Lulastic and the hippyshake and something clicked.
We are raising a child, not an inconvenience.
It sounds obvs but when the washing up needs done, the inlaws are on their way, the cat poos on the duvet aaaaand then your gorgeous son starts scrraming for attention it can be hard to keep perspective.
This is now mine and Chris’s new mantra and it makes almost everything better.
Who cares if your plumber can’t get to the boiler for the pile of washing up blocking his path.
Who cares that your family think you’re rude for not coming out to play when your baby is grizzly
Who cares that you are still stripping wallpaper three weeks after you started
The blackboard has spoken.
It’s quite fun once you get used to it really.