Happy New Year!
Since I’ve only been a mom for 3 months (almost), I don’t have a list that’ll knock anyone’s socks off with humour and witty sayings, but the moments I treasure are spread from a few days after my baby’s conception to now. Here’s a list of my top ten mothering moments of 2009:
I made reference to our fantastic Christmas gift from my sister yesterday. She really outdid herself on this one!
She surprised us with a much needed bathroom make over for Christmas.
If your week is as busy as mine, then well done for being here, and reading this. I’m sitting back, trying to catch up, briefly, and let you know I’ve not forgotten you. I have Christmas presents piled up around my feet and craft items next to me. I’ll have to keep this short, it’s definitely bed time for me.
Here’s our Christmas Dinner Menu for this year. My sister and her boyfriend are visiting us from Norway, so I’m looking forward to a relatively traditional meal.
So there I was, hair done, make-up on, feet becoming reacquainted with heels, handbag at the ready and putting my little girl down from her final feed. Pick up my phone to check the time, and notice a message. Listen in anticipation. Girls’ night out is a bust. Something’s come up with one, the other is sick, another can’t make it till later, yet another now can’t make it at all. So that leaves just me. All dressed up, and no where to go.
So here it is. My first night out on my own since my baby was born. Actually, now I think about it, it’s my first night out with ‘the girls’ in almost two years – but that’s not cause of the baby.
Maybe I’m missing the odd occasion, in my memory banks, but I don’t think so.
Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration. It should read, home altered crackers.
I really love crackers, I think they just make the Christmas dinner table, and distinguish it from just another meal. But I also really find them quite unsatisfying. Like a big bang with no real hoorah.
I mean, who really needs another set of nail clippers, a plastic whistle, or a shoe horn?
I wrote this post a few days ago. Then I thought I sounded ‘sorry for myself’, so I rewrote it. Then I thought it sounded like I was fishing for compliments, so I rewrote it. Then I thought I was just being hard on myself. So I left it. Then I thought… you can see where this is going. I don’t think anything remains from my original outpouring, and the various bits have been rewritten so often now, but anyway – here goes.