Having contemplated blogging for some time I am dipping my toe into the water with some trepidation! Fear of technology has been a stumbling block in starting although I know you'll be relieved to hear I've had some help! The final impetuous that caused me to take the plunge has been my family and friends reaction to the suggestion!
I shall start with my husband's reaction! This is how the conversation went, under the duvet, with a three year old nestled between us this morning! 'I'm thinking of writing a blog, do you think I'll be any good at it? Do you think anyone will read it? Without raising an eye from the iPad, 'I think you'd be excellent at it, you're great at spouting shit'! I think he is secretly relieved that I will be 'spouting' it here and presumes, wrongly, that I will no longer 'spout' it at him!
Called to see my sister, Helen, after work, which generally involves also seeing my mother & beautiful bonkers nieces! There is also wine and lots of crisps, so if ever you go there and you're on a diet I suggest you have your jaws wired first! I would liken my sister to Mrs. Doyle from Father Ted in that she is mortally offended is she fails to put something past your lips before you leave her house. Whilst stood at her ironing board, she pipes up 'I believe you're going to write a blog'! At the mere suggestion that I might be doing something other than, washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, looking after children, going to work or Mass, my mother's ear prick up! For the record my mother has little or no understanding of the world wide web!
Facebook in her opinion is the starting point of most people's Jeremy Kyle journey or the catalyst for family feuds! A family friend commented to my sister recently on my Facebook activity in front of my mother which resulted in a reprimand from the latter to the tune of 'everything you put on THERE is a reflection on me and your upbringing'! My sixteen year old daughters response to this was 'she obviously didn't do a very good job with you, did she!'
'You think you're still eighteen' says mother, 'yep, I do' says I. Being eighteen is far more fun when you're 42 than it was when you actually were. However many years of marriage, four children and a 'job' but not a 'career' grounds a person somewhat and sometimes you just have to, as Freddy Mercury would say 'Break Free'
My lovely funny friends reaction to my new adventure has been in general one of support and concern. If you visited my house you would echo their concern. Life chez moi is mostly laundry, literally! An abundance of clothes, everywhere and anywhere. I can and will justify this situation but it's too long a story for today. Let's just say there's a chance that if I catch the 'blogging bug' I may end up the source for numerous Channel 4 documentaries! I have started, let's see where it goes......
The random ramblings of a desperate housewife and mother to four (five if you count the husband)