It’s Monday night, 10.15 and I’m sitting on the couch, bra less, makeup less, glamour less.
Kid has been sleeping since 7pm… I laugh in my head as I type that because she’s already woken up 3 times thanks to her fever and blocked nose.
It’s been a Panadol commercial in our apartment.
So here I am, trying to come up with cool posts. Fashion posts are out. It’s very hard to write stylish when you can see your reflection resembling a drowned street rat on the black TV screen in front of you.
I should be asleep. I should shower while my kid sleeps. I should clean the pasta hurricane remnants from the floor.
Instead, on the pretence of I’m working , contributing some valuable insights to someone, I am sitting here writing this post.
Oh but I’m not alone though.
I have Hoot the talking owl on my right, naked Elsa and Ana on the table behind my head, two teddy bear biscuits abandoned by my daughter on the arm of the couch and a couple of ‘my little pony’ things at my feet.
To get in the mood I also have some beautiful music playing – which is probably why my eyes are getting heavier by the second.
I really should sleep.
Blogging to music is amazing. It’s a new tool I discovered totally by accident. I should say rediscovered, because it’s not as if I am new to it.
Back in my pre baby days I used to spend my days on the road driving from shops to shop with music as my companion. Music always has a way of reaching deep into your memory vault for a few minutes to make you relive or experience something on another level.
Not to say that the Wiggles and twinkle little star aren’t deep and thought evoking… After all, how else am I going to remember that I’m a mum now. I need reminding all the time. The early mornings, sleepless nights and non stop cooking ad cleaning after kid are not enough.
A few days ago I was driving on my own and I realized I hadn’t listened to the radio in a while. Usually when kid is in the car she demands I sing wheels on the bloody bus again and again and again. She probably sensed I’d forgotten I was a mum.
So a song came on, a song too embarrassing to name but lets just say that it was a teen favourite in the pop genre, and it made me reminisce hard about life. Suddenly all these profoundly intelligent sentences and stories started popping onto my head, I was so pumped I couldn’t wait to get home to blog.
By the time I got home, kid decided that I’d had enough time on my own so there was no free time. Who was I kidding right?
Which brings me back to tonight — attempting a beautifully articulated award-winning blog post. While fighting tiredness. And a bitch of a cold.
But instead you get a late night rant. Sorry.
Moral of this story my friends, is that when one realizes that one is not going to win the ‘free time’ game with a 2-year-old, the smartest thing one can do, in fact the only thing one can do is to just roll with it.
Because you have no choice.
Tomorrow night I will be here again, same place, same time, same pajamas, attempting genius.
This is how I blog.
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