Posts Tagged ‘life’

I almost missed Christmas – the whole Christmas season!
But it wasn’t my fault – and for very good reason.
I won’t say it had nothing to do with my slacking
And I won’t even blame it all solely on packing!
My intentions were good, I just had to postpone…
And only because I do not have a clone!

Try as I might, I can’t be here and there
There’s only one me and that just isn’t fair!
I’ve had more than enough to keep 12 of me busy
So my one measly brain has been all in a tizzy.

See, back in September I had a great thought
A marvellous plan of the gift-giving sort.
“Christmas is not just about spending money,
The presents I give should be heartfelt – or funny!”
I made up a list of gifts right then, it’s true
I’d order them early, before they were due.

It would have been perfect, had it all gone to plan
But soon after that, you-know-what hit the fan.

The house we were renting was put up for sale
Assignments were looming – I feared I would fail
My puppy turned three and my baby turned one,
My mother-in-law came to stay with her son
Lil Miss Awesome forgot how to sleep
(though mum-in-law claims to have heard not a peep)
My best friend got a job and he moved far away
But he gave us a Lease – in his house we would stay!

With my parents away and my husband at work,
It was all left to me – I was going berserk!!
I had to do most of the move on my own
Without any power, the Net, or a phone.
I thought I could manage – we weren’t moving far…
Then someone slammed into the back of my car.

So my plans for the presents had to be pushed aside
But family and friends, please remember – I tried!
“My intentions were good but it all got too hard
So you’ll have to make do with this heartfelt Gift Card.”

A very belated Merry Christmas to all my blogging buddies!
Thanks for reading – and here’s hoping I can get my act together in 2012 🙂

(I’ll keep the bad rhymes to a minimum, I swear.)

It’s true. I’m sure this will come as quite a shock to anyone who has only known me post-pregnancy (when hormones and sleep-deprivation started turning my brain to mush) but once upon a time I was a fairly intelligent person, capable of such impressive feats as: holding actual conversations and *gasp* constructing full sentences without even breaking a sweat. Hard to believe, I know. Nowadays, even when I can somehow manage to organise my thoughts into words, the signal seems to get disrupted somewhere between my brain and my mouth so that everything I say comes out as gibberish. The same goes for my writing; last week I had to write my first formal essay since having Lil Miss Awesome and not only did it take me about ten times longer than it would have in the old days, but by the time I finished it I’d gone off on so many different tangents that I completely forgot what my argument was supposed to be. The whole thing really needed to be rewritten but since I only had 25 minutes before the submission deadline, I had no choice but to hand it in as it was. I’m really dreading getting my marks back. Not so much because I care about the grade – the idea of doing Honours seems to have lost some of its appeal – but because my lecturer for this course didn’t know me back when I was smart. I feel like I should have sent a cover note with my assignment, something along the lines of:

“Please find attached my assignment. This essay took more effort than any other I have ever written…unfortunately it is also the worst essay I have ever written. Sorry. I’m not really a moron, I swear!”

*Sigh* I really miss my old brain.

Some of the other things I miss about my pre-motherhood life
  • Sleep!!!  Including, but not limited to:
      • Averaging more than 3 hours of sleep per night (or at least having the option to put my insomnia to use on one of my many unfinished projects)
      • Having the option to go to bed earlier than 11.30pm without being woken up 45 minutes later
      • Blocks of sleep lasting longer than 45 minutes
      • Sleeping-in on… well, any day would do
  • Long hot bubble baths that aren’t interrupted by an attention-hungry baby…
  • Being able to set my own schedule without having to allow for play time, nap time, feeding, changing etc
  • Being able to leave things to the last minute because I can always make time later…

Oh, and being allowed to take my migraine medication would be nice too…

Things that I now couldn’t do without
  • Being greeted every morning with big smiles, cuddles and kisses
  • Having someone actually enjoy my singing!
  • My own personal entertainer – who’d have thought that peek-a-boo was so hilarious?!
  • Having an excuse to watch Monsters Inc. and various other kids’ movies
  • Listening to cute babbling stories punctuated with giggles
  • The excitement of hearing my little darling call me “Mama” for the first time 🙂

As much as she is driving me mad at the moment, choosing to have Lil Miss Awesome is still the smartest thing I’ve ever done, and I wouldn’t trade her for all the brain cells and luxuriously long bubble baths in the world.

Although a couple of hours’ sleep wouldn’t go astray…

Today’s post is a special one for me for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it’s been one month today since I posted my first confession and I have to say that I’m very happy with what I’ve accomplished with this blog so far. So what if I don’t post something new every day and that I don’t have 100 subscribers? That was never the point of this exercise, anyway. This blog is inspiring me to write whenever I get the chance and I’m incredibly grateful to all my subscribers (all 10 of you!) for encouraging me to continue.

The other reason this post is special is that today is my birthday. Typically, my birthday is a day of reflection for me. I look back over the past twelve months and think about the things that went well, the things that didn’t go so well, and the things I might have done differently if I’d known back then what I know now. This past year I have done a lot of things that I am incredibly proud of – most notably, giving birth to the most beautiful baby in the universe, Little Miss Awesome (not that I’m in any way biased) – so overall it’s been a very good year. Unfortunately – and unsurprisingly – the list of things I would do differently is still much, much longer than I would like it to be. Looking back I realise that I’ve wasted far too much time stressing about negative things that were completely out of my control and I haven’t spent nearly enough of my energy on the things that make me happy. There have been so many things that I’ve wanted to do and have even ‘planned’ on doing but have managed to talk myself out of. This is a recurring problem for me, particularly with my writing and other creative goals. So, for the past couple of days I’ve been wondering if maybe I’m just kidding myself thinking that I could ever write something worth reading. Writing a novel requires commitment and a significant amount of discipline, and that’s not something I’m generally known for. Do I really want this bad enough? Or is it time to finally admit to myself that I’m just not ‘hungry’ enough and to be more realistic with my goal expectations?

And I’ve made a decision. In the words of Will Smith:

No! I’m not going to give in to self-doubt, and no I’m not going to give up on my goals! Most people make New Year’s resolutions on January 1 but I’m making mine right now.

Today is the start of my new year and I resolve to make a change.

 This year I’m going to get hungry!

And with that in mind, I’ve just made my first commitment to my goals for this year (my new year) by taking up The Daily Post’s challenge to post something on this blog at least once a week. Welcome to The Procrastinator’s Post-A-Week 2011!