I’ve been missing in action for the last while. Blogging has gone so far down my list of life essentials just like so many other things which have gone by the wayside. Four loads of ironing are waiting for me in the kitchen. The windows still have that brown sludgy residue on them from the Beast from the East. There is a fine layer of dust cascading through the house that seems to follow me everywhere. The weeds have decided to join us now that the weather has picked up and the chickens, well they’ve multiplied as we’ve adopted two more, but their pen is in desperate need of enlarging. And there’s a one year olds birthday party to plan. I have a list. A long list of items that will never get done because I am MIA.
One of my new blogger buds is Sinead who writes a brilliant blog at Shinners and the Brood. Sinead is such a lovely person who started her blog in September 2016. With three little ones, she has plenty to spur her on in this blogging journey. Sinead has taken on my questions and joined me for this weeks In Conversation With. Check out her nuggets of parenting wisdown and remember to check out her blog and follow her on facebook and twitter!
Often there is an unrealistic expectation of pregnancy. An attitude that we should be grateful and happy and enjoy the wonderous miracle of life. Well, I am grateful, beyond happy but unbelievably miserable. I was first pregnant with A in 2013 and hated near enough every minute of it. Now, pregnant again, the experience is once again less enjoyable than having a tooth pulled. I don’t suffer too badly in comparison to others but the limitations pregnancy puts on you drives me round the bend. I do get pretty rotten morning sickness and the usual aches and pains. The fact that my consultant said to me last month, and I quote, “My dear, you are not suited to pregnancy,” pretty much says it all. I hate being pregnant and find very little in the nine months, bar the joy of a new impending arrival, to make me excited about it. I know for a fact that this will be my last pregnancy and I’m so thankful. I would find it very difficult to go through this again. Pregnancy is not easy. There are women who take to it like ducks to the inevitable water. The mother earths of our world. I am, by no means, a mother earth. My body does not take happily to the state of pregnancy. It bites down on the hardest part of this natural state of motherhood and makes for a miserable nine months.
This week on In Conversation With, we have the one with the Beard. Ross and his Beard (yes, it deserves a capital letter, since the Beard is as famous as Ross is and you will soon see why) are quickly becoming very popular in the blogging community. I was chuffed to have met up with Ross at the Irish Blogger Agency launch in September, having chatted with him on twitter for the last couple of months. It’s always great when the online world aligns with the real world and I’d like to think that we’re now blogger buds! Ross blogs at The Stented Papa, a fantastic and popular Irish Papa Blog. Ross has had an interesting route into becoming a Stay at Home Dad which he shares with us here. His values and opinions on parenting and fatherhood are refreshing and I just know you’ll enjoy reading his interview today.
No, I have not been handed another award for my writing or for the branding of my website. This is not a post about being the brightest and shiniest blogger around. Here is another Blogger Tag and I’ve been happily nominated by the amazing Sinead from Shinners and the Brood to open up, delve deep and share an insight into my life, my personality and my family for you, my lovely readers. I quite like taking part in Blogger Tags because it gives me an opportunity to tell you things about myself that may not ordinarily come out in my regular blog posts. Read more to see if I air any dirty laundry but first let me tell you about our crappy weekend with the most patient almost three year old ever!
What a difference a year makes. It’s hard to believe that we’re living in our country bungalow for almost a year now. This time last year we picked up the keys and spent two solid weeks gutting the house, decorating and making it ours. We worked ourselves to the bone to make the house feel like home before we moved in with A, who was almost 2 at the time. It has been an interesting year for us. For the first time in quite a while, we have started to plan our future. In our old house, we felt trapped and exhausted. Out in the countryside we have a new sense of life. We’re actually living.