Dear larks a’mercy, I thought November would never fucking end. I am not good with self-imposed, for-no-good-reason obligations. Who knew, right? Well, I did for one, but let’s skip that bit.
Maaan, I am tired! I don’t know how other people – other mothers – do this, this labouring at the coal face of blogging. I’m not talking about those mothers who are covers for advertising shit, whose every second post is a free giveaway competition…I’m not jealous of those bloggers, I’m just confused as to why anyone would read the inane shite they post just to win a copy of Harry Potter. I am, truly, the Anti-Zeitgeist.
I’m even more confused as to why you would waste your time writing that shite. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not coming down on ‘mummy bloggers’ whatever that means anyway, I’m just, well, well…what? I’m just confused, really confused. I had to carve out time for this month’s daily blog posts, time I just didn’t have. Sure, ‘stuff’ was going on this month, but only the same ‘stuff’ that is always going on when you don’t live in a little gingerbread house on the internet itself. Life stuff, y’know?
I had to work really hard some days; it shows, I know – it shows today for sure because today’s to-do list was – is – a bee-yatch. I. carved. time. from. nothing. some days. I wanted that time to have been used to say something. Yes, I mostly failed – which is why I’ll be going back to weekly-or-so postings – but I tried.
But a big shout out to those who try and – generally – succeed. You are, my friends, better women than I.
Forgive me, but I still have to figure out how to iron on sports badges and order an angel costume and eat something and all I wanna do is go to bed.