HouseGoesHome celebrated it’s 3rd birthday this week and I forgot. In my defence, I’ve been a little distracted. In a stressful but good way. I’m feeling really excited about moving house and moving on generally. A corner has definitely been turned.
That’s not to say I haven’t felt deeply pissed off about packing up the house and cleaning the cupboards alone. But generally, I’m pretty damn good.
I think I’ve made my peace with the marriage breakdown, awful thing that it was. Yes, I wish we were still a family. But no, I don’t want my ex back.
As for the blog, it’s doing fine too. A Facebook friend told me: “Really healthy that you journal/blog about it the fact you share it quite openly is not something most are comfortable with. Definitely shows balance.”
But I’m wondering – again – if the blog will reach a natural conclusion. I replied to her that: “Sometimes I worry about the blogging. There will come a day when it’s time to be private.”
She suggested: “That’s when you post about baking cakes going wrong and laughing.”
We’ll see … in the meantime HouseGoesHome is soldiering on in it’s usual TMI fashion.
Here’s a list of my 10 most popular blogs of the past three years (I don’t know who it says more about, me for writing them or Googlers for Googling them):
And here’s my first ever blog post, Brave New World:
It’s been 28 days since I stopped work. Or should I say, stopped paid work. I spent the first week sick in bed, the second week sick in Fiji (ah, well, at least it was warm), the third week nursing Sprog 1 through a vomitting bug, the fourth week … well, I was expecting I’d get a chance to stretch my legs on the whole “lady of leisure” thing, but no, I’m nursing Sprog 2 through a bout of tonsilitis. The outside world has receded to something of myth and legend. I’m going quietly mad tidying the Tupperware cupboard and restacking baked beans in the pantry. Desperate to stay connected to humanity, I pathetically eye my gmail account at hourly intervals. I’m convinced it’s not working because I never get any mail, except from Cudo. (And that’s no fun, since I no longer earn cash to buy any of their “special offers”.) The lack of mail is understandable, since I forgot to put a forwarding address on my work email. But it’s still a little soul destroying. At least when Sprog 1 was sick, we could lie in bed together watching Dr Who repeats on the portable DVD player (with me sneaking off occasionally for sneaky, high-rotation viewing of the David Tennant OMG clip on youtube, mmmmmm…). Sprog 2 is more the Bananas In Pyjamas type. Not quite so stirring. I had all these lovely morning teas and lunches and playdates organised to cement my new status as a stay-at-home mum with all the other stay-at-home mums, but I’ve had to cancel them all. I also planned on being a goodie two-shoes by doing reading group and computer class stuff at the sprogs’ school. All cancelled as well. I did help out at a “100 days of kindergarten” celebration on my one child-illness-free day this week. Unfortunately it ended with Sprog 2 clinging to me and crying hysterically because a boy said she “wasn’t right about everything” … Sprog 2 – like her mother – believes she IS right about everything, so it came as quite a blow. The doctor reckons Sprog 2′s pus-laced tonsils will be problematic for another 3 days. So I thought I might as well start a blog to keep me sane …
I’ve come a long way since then, baby.
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Song of the day: Marilyn Monroe “Happy birthday Mr President”