This week has been rather challenging. Both Rosalie and I have had bad colds, and on Monday morning all I really felt like doing was burying my head in my pillow, hiding under the duvet and having another few hours of sleep. But motherhood had other plans for me.
There are no lie-ins or days off when you’re a mummy, you’re always on, always needed and always relied upon. To be honest I wouldn’t have it any other way, but there are those rare occasions when just a few moments of alone time wouldn’t go amiss.
When Rosalie has a cold, she doesn’t slow down, play calmly or want to snuggle, she is still her usual boisterous self, but with added cranky and bucketfuls of snot!
So this week, come 8pm when she is nestled in her cot and I blow her those last kisses goodnight as I pull up the door, I have breathed a huge sigh of relief that I can finally curl up under a blanket, drink tea and do nothing…
…except that I have dozens of draft blog posts I want to finish, I have freelance work to complete, a marketing plan to work on, and five half-started books on my kindle I want to read.
Then I thought, ok, so I have to work, but blogging and reading, they’re for pleasure. Somehow in my cold-fuddled state, blogging had become a chore that I had to do, rather than something I wanted to do. So here I am, writing a post to remind myself why I blog, to help me now, and for such times in the future when I inevitably have a similar wobble and need reminding!
I blog for Rosalie. I blog so that we don’t forget anything – the fun times, the celebrations, the ordinary moments and the extraordinary achievements – I want to remember it all. I know my blog isn’t radical, it isn’t ground-breaking, I’m not saying anything new and I don’t make people laugh, but it is honest, from the heart and a series of memories that I will be able to share with my daughter when she is bigger.
I’m blogging for you baby girl xxx