A Time to Write and a Time to Ramble
Grap a beverage this is a long one, with absolutely no point to it at all.
So I’m a stay at home mum of one with what should be a lot of time on my hands to pursue the things I enjoy doing, namely writing! Wrong! Making the time to sit quietly at my computer and write my blogs or my poetry is hard. When I do get the chance I often give up something else like quality time in the evenings with the Mauritian after the Butterfly is in bed or sleep when I wake up extra early to take advantage of the dark and quiet.
I am, after many a false start, now rather well organised and my day runs pretty much to plan and I do try to put some time aside for my writing, I seldom get to use that time for what it was meant for. My day should start around 5.30am, with a stumble out of bed and into the kitchen to prepare the Mauritian’s lunch and his breakfast. Those of you who know the Mauritian also know how much he loves his food and that to him cereal in the morning is not breakfast. Knowing that you will realise that making breakfast for the Mauritian and ensuring variety is not an easy task first thing in the morning for someone as averse to the kitchen as me. With the Mauritian sent safely on his way to earn his keep my attention is turned to the Butterfly and getting her fed and dressed with a minimum of fuss. I do try really hard to be serious and get the tasks over with before playing games but we are normally reduced to rolling about the floor giggling before breakfast is finished. But once I do get her fed and dressed she settles down to watch TV for an hour and two of her favourite programs and now it’s my turn. Now I should ideally take the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast and a hot mug of coffee before dressing and starting my day, but I don’t! While the Butterfly is occupied I take the chance to check my emails and “Facebook” page make and cancel appointments, attend to any task the Mauritian has asked me to do, pay accounts, do a budget or some research about one thing or another. Along the way I get distracted by discussions with friends and family on that marvellous invention called SKYPE or MSN and Facebook too. Sometimes my phone even rings. So very often by the time the Butterfly’s programs are finished I haven’t even started what I need to do. I must mention here that once her programs are finished Butterfly has learnt that the television goes off and now does it herself without any fuss. Unfortunately I am now required to leave what I should have finished and tend to her, so with a promise of joining her in a bit I sit her down with a puzzle or a colouring book switch off my SKYPE and MSN and log off my Facebook page and attend to the tasks at hand. After which I am starving and grab a quick piece of cold toast and finish my mug of coffee I forgot on the kitchen counter. Then it’s off to fulfil a promise made to assist with the completion of a puzzle or picture only to find the Butterfly has established herself in front of my laptop web surfing. Now’s my chance to jump in the shower and get changed, but hang on there’s a load of washing I need to hang up. Well would you look at that, there’s still stuff on the line I forgot to take in the night before. Okay well I’ll get that done now quick, then I’ll jump in the shower. But then I realise there is a collar shirt and work pants of the Mauritians I now need to iron so best I do that right now if I leave it I’ll never do it, ironing is my worst chore I really do hate it but now the Mauritian’s job has changed so I am required to iron every day. I would rather wash dirty overalls! So by the time I have that load down that load up another load in the machine and the ironing done the Butterfly is bored with the computer and now wants my attention. By now I am completely off schedule and running late so I enlist her help with the housework and we start in her room tidying up and making beds, what takes me five minutes takes us half an hour then we head to my bedroom which takes another fifteen minutes by which time I’m at my wits end and the Butterfly has lost interest and she wonders off leaving me relieved to finish up on my own. Unfortunately it is at this point in the day when I have become involved in my chores that she takes the opportunity to get up to some sort of mischief or another, like putting flour in a salad bowl and mixing in some juice and “Look Mummy I making crumpets, careful it’s very hot!” That’s when I go get the vacuum cleaner and get the vacuuming over with.
With the housework only half done it’s now time for lunch and another hour of TV programs for the Butterfly and this is now my opportunity to finish the housework and any other chores that need seeing to. Except now I’m too hungry to go further and would kill for a mug of coffee, so I take my lunch and coffee to the table and sit down to eat, drink and read a few pages of my book. I end up reading a few chapters leaving my coffee to go cold and my food half eaten. So now the rain has stopped and the winds died down and the sun is making an appearance, there is no time to lose off we go outside to take advantage of the sunlight. We play hopscotch or soccer in the back yard or head off for a bike ride or a walk dependant on how close and how dark the next set of rain clouds is. By the time we arrive back inside I am in panic mode, there’s still a load of washing in the machine I forgot to hang out yet again, the kitchen needs cleaning and there are dishes that need washing, drying and packing away and I do need to start the supper at some point and still get the Butterfly bathed and fed before her papa arrives home. So the Butterfly is sent off to watch a DVD or play games on my lap top while I run about doing what should have been done before lunch. There is a moment when the Butterfly is playing happily in the bath and the supper is bubbling on the stove when I breathe a sigh of relief and think now I can sit and relax for a few moments only to suddenly remember that I have to take something out the freezer for tomorrow night’s dinner and oh my word what am I going to put on the Mauritians sandwiches, I wonder if he’ll notice if I give him porridge for breakfast six days in a row? Then from the bathroom comes a “Mummy I need my towel on!” and all thoughts of a relaxing mug coffee are forgotten. Now the night time ritual of dressing and feeding the Butterfly begins with a chase around the house and ends with us sitting under the dining room table where the Butterfly finally agrees to eat her dinner. Half way through I remember I was supposed to do half an hour of exercise on my Orbitrek so with stern instructions to finish eating on her own I crawl out from under the table and on to the Orbitrek to fulfil a promise to myself. Unfortunately I never quite make half an hour because either the dinner timer goes off or the Mauritian arrives home or the Butterfly has taken the opportunity to sneak a few more minutes on my lap top and leave her dinner under the table.
With the Mauritian home things seem to get even busier while they should start to ease off. Now there is supper to dish up and eat, at least I get a chance to actually eat the entire meal and have an excuse to drink a glass of wine. I do try and stick to just one glass of wine with dinner, unfortunately the wine often tastes too good to avoid a second glass. With dinner over the time has come to tidy away what toys the Butterfly has managed to spread about the house and ready her for bed and it’s here where I gratefully hand her over to the Mauritian to put her to bed while I wash up the dinner dishes and ready things for the following day when it all starts again. With that done the Mauritian takes the opportunity to listen to some music while I sit done finally to write only to discover I’m either too tired to pay it any attention or my muse has taken a leave of absence. Or I have so many ideas that I never get anything finished and decide to leave it for another day.
Last night I was told by a faithful follower that my lack of posting a blog has left her tethering on the edges of insanity and lacking inspiration and would I please do something about it. So today I abandoned my plans to continue my spring cleaning, ignored the housework and allowed the Butterfly to watch any DVD she wanted as many times as she wanted and sat down to write at least one blog. I managed to fit into today the housework, the ironing and cooked supper. I even managed a round of puddle jumping in the rain with the Butterfly, but unlike the Butterfly I kept my clothes on. I topped of the afternoon with a second blog a shower and a half an hour stint on the Orbitrek. My evening ended with one broken cell phone, another that would not charge and a Butterfly falling out of bed. All in all both a productive, rambling and eventful day.
So to those of you that rely on my blogs for a bit of sanity or inspiration or just in the mood for a ramble my sincere apologies for the infrequency of posts. I do not promise that I will be more frequent but I do promise to keep posting because I will never stop rambling.
It is now just gone a quarter past midnight and this blog is finished. Goodnight all!
So I’m a stay at home mum of one with what should be a lot of time on my hands to pursue the things I enjoy doing, namely writing! Wrong! Making the time to sit quietly at my computer and write my blogs or my poetry is hard. When I do get the chance I often give up something else like quality time in the evenings with the Mauritian after the Butterfly is in bed or sleep when I wake up extra early to take advantage of the dark and quiet.
I am, after many a false start, now rather well organised and my day runs pretty much to plan and I do try to put some time aside for my writing, I seldom get to use that time for what it was meant for. My day should start around 5.30am, with a stumble out of bed and into the kitchen to prepare the Mauritian’s lunch and his breakfast. Those of you who know the Mauritian also know how much he loves his food and that to him cereal in the morning is not breakfast. Knowing that you will realise that making breakfast for the Mauritian and ensuring variety is not an easy task first thing in the morning for someone as averse to the kitchen as me. With the Mauritian sent safely on his way to earn his keep my attention is turned to the Butterfly and getting her fed and dressed with a minimum of fuss. I do try really hard to be serious and get the tasks over with before playing games but we are normally reduced to rolling about the floor giggling before breakfast is finished. But once I do get her fed and dressed she settles down to watch TV for an hour and two of her favourite programs and now it’s my turn. Now I should ideally take the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast and a hot mug of coffee before dressing and starting my day, but I don’t! While the Butterfly is occupied I take the chance to check my emails and “Facebook” page make and cancel appointments, attend to any task the Mauritian has asked me to do, pay accounts, do a budget or some research about one thing or another. Along the way I get distracted by discussions with friends and family on that marvellous invention called SKYPE or MSN and Facebook too. Sometimes my phone even rings. So very often by the time the Butterfly’s programs are finished I haven’t even started what I need to do. I must mention here that once her programs are finished Butterfly has learnt that the television goes off and now does it herself without any fuss. Unfortunately I am now required to leave what I should have finished and tend to her, so with a promise of joining her in a bit I sit her down with a puzzle or a colouring book switch off my SKYPE and MSN and log off my Facebook page and attend to the tasks at hand. After which I am starving and grab a quick piece of cold toast and finish my mug of coffee I forgot on the kitchen counter. Then it’s off to fulfil a promise made to assist with the completion of a puzzle or picture only to find the Butterfly has established herself in front of my laptop web surfing. Now’s my chance to jump in the shower and get changed, but hang on there’s a load of washing I need to hang up. Well would you look at that, there’s still stuff on the line I forgot to take in the night before. Okay well I’ll get that done now quick, then I’ll jump in the shower. But then I realise there is a collar shirt and work pants of the Mauritians I now need to iron so best I do that right now if I leave it I’ll never do it, ironing is my worst chore I really do hate it but now the Mauritian’s job has changed so I am required to iron every day. I would rather wash dirty overalls! So by the time I have that load down that load up another load in the machine and the ironing done the Butterfly is bored with the computer and now wants my attention. By now I am completely off schedule and running late so I enlist her help with the housework and we start in her room tidying up and making beds, what takes me five minutes takes us half an hour then we head to my bedroom which takes another fifteen minutes by which time I’m at my wits end and the Butterfly has lost interest and she wonders off leaving me relieved to finish up on my own. Unfortunately it is at this point in the day when I have become involved in my chores that she takes the opportunity to get up to some sort of mischief or another, like putting flour in a salad bowl and mixing in some juice and “Look Mummy I making crumpets, careful it’s very hot!” That’s when I go get the vacuum cleaner and get the vacuuming over with.
With the housework only half done it’s now time for lunch and another hour of TV programs for the Butterfly and this is now my opportunity to finish the housework and any other chores that need seeing to. Except now I’m too hungry to go further and would kill for a mug of coffee, so I take my lunch and coffee to the table and sit down to eat, drink and read a few pages of my book. I end up reading a few chapters leaving my coffee to go cold and my food half eaten. So now the rain has stopped and the winds died down and the sun is making an appearance, there is no time to lose off we go outside to take advantage of the sunlight. We play hopscotch or soccer in the back yard or head off for a bike ride or a walk dependant on how close and how dark the next set of rain clouds is. By the time we arrive back inside I am in panic mode, there’s still a load of washing in the machine I forgot to hang out yet again, the kitchen needs cleaning and there are dishes that need washing, drying and packing away and I do need to start the supper at some point and still get the Butterfly bathed and fed before her papa arrives home. So the Butterfly is sent off to watch a DVD or play games on my lap top while I run about doing what should have been done before lunch. There is a moment when the Butterfly is playing happily in the bath and the supper is bubbling on the stove when I breathe a sigh of relief and think now I can sit and relax for a few moments only to suddenly remember that I have to take something out the freezer for tomorrow night’s dinner and oh my word what am I going to put on the Mauritians sandwiches, I wonder if he’ll notice if I give him porridge for breakfast six days in a row? Then from the bathroom comes a “Mummy I need my towel on!” and all thoughts of a relaxing mug coffee are forgotten. Now the night time ritual of dressing and feeding the Butterfly begins with a chase around the house and ends with us sitting under the dining room table where the Butterfly finally agrees to eat her dinner. Half way through I remember I was supposed to do half an hour of exercise on my Orbitrek so with stern instructions to finish eating on her own I crawl out from under the table and on to the Orbitrek to fulfil a promise to myself. Unfortunately I never quite make half an hour because either the dinner timer goes off or the Mauritian arrives home or the Butterfly has taken the opportunity to sneak a few more minutes on my lap top and leave her dinner under the table.
With the Mauritian home things seem to get even busier while they should start to ease off. Now there is supper to dish up and eat, at least I get a chance to actually eat the entire meal and have an excuse to drink a glass of wine. I do try and stick to just one glass of wine with dinner, unfortunately the wine often tastes too good to avoid a second glass. With dinner over the time has come to tidy away what toys the Butterfly has managed to spread about the house and ready her for bed and it’s here where I gratefully hand her over to the Mauritian to put her to bed while I wash up the dinner dishes and ready things for the following day when it all starts again. With that done the Mauritian takes the opportunity to listen to some music while I sit done finally to write only to discover I’m either too tired to pay it any attention or my muse has taken a leave of absence. Or I have so many ideas that I never get anything finished and decide to leave it for another day.
Last night I was told by a faithful follower that my lack of posting a blog has left her tethering on the edges of insanity and lacking inspiration and would I please do something about it. So today I abandoned my plans to continue my spring cleaning, ignored the housework and allowed the Butterfly to watch any DVD she wanted as many times as she wanted and sat down to write at least one blog. I managed to fit into today the housework, the ironing and cooked supper. I even managed a round of puddle jumping in the rain with the Butterfly, but unlike the Butterfly I kept my clothes on. I topped of the afternoon with a second blog a shower and a half an hour stint on the Orbitrek. My evening ended with one broken cell phone, another that would not charge and a Butterfly falling out of bed. All in all both a productive, rambling and eventful day.
So to those of you that rely on my blogs for a bit of sanity or inspiration or just in the mood for a ramble my sincere apologies for the infrequency of posts. I do not promise that I will be more frequent but I do promise to keep posting because I will never stop rambling.
It is now just gone a quarter past midnight and this blog is finished. Goodnight all!
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