It’s just taken me 3 attempts to log in to my blog, which pretty much sums up my efforts so far with regards to point 6 of my yearly goals. Must try harder.
The thing is I can’t even remember the last time I actually had time to sit down and blog. Even my last entry was finished on my lunch break at work and the one before that while I was waiting for some files to upload (at work, again). I’m writing this while writing emails back and forth with one of my clients and double-checking some worky-work from earlier. I’m already in bed because I feel like crap but I’ll probably be tapping away til gone 11pm.
The kids are being shits this week and I don’t know if it’s phase of the moon, the snot bugs that are going round, because we moved the bedroom around at the weekend (Izzy is getting a new bed) or just because they like to wind me up while I’m at my most vulnerable :p
^ This bit written earlier this week, continued at 11:45pm Friday evening…
I’m really enjoying being back at work, which I’ve probably mentioned a million times already. Things that have previously wound me up are (so far) just spurring me on to making changes for the positive. I’m actually completing projects within reasonable timescales and implementing some of my ideas. I can’t really emphasise enough how much near-2-years of self-employment did for my enthusiasm/business skills/work confidence etc. Not that I’ve ever been lacking in the confidence area, really… but sometimes when it’s hard to feel like you can see an idea through and I have, and it’s working! #vague
My hormones have stepped up a gear recently and I’ve been actively thinking about the potential of a third child at some point. It’s not something that I even want to consider ‘logically’ for at least 3 years, but I was at one point wondering if I was “done” (because I had such a tough time with Oliver in the beginning) so part of me wonders if this is a sign that I’m not. I don’t know, do you know when enough is enough or is it circumstance that drives that sort of thing? Either way now is not a good time financially, mentally, physically so it’s not going to happen.
I want to spend a couple of years getting used to having two kids, sorting out my career, paying off large chunks of mortgage (if possible) and just generally not vomiting a million times a day or sitting with my tits out 24/7 which is the norm post-child. Is that selfish?
Non-child related… I’ve been thinking about redoing my blog layout btw, so if you’ve any requests (my aim mostly being to make it mobile friendly) shout now before I do anything too drastic :)
16 Mar at 5:32 am
I know as much as you. We’re also in no way, shape, or form ready to have kids right now, but some moments I do think “hmm maybe.” I feel like at this point if it did happen, I wouldn’t be so devastated. I’m prepared to have them at least four years from now. My husband would be done with med school and I’m pretty sure he’d want to start then.
At the same time, kids are going to be eat up my life. I don’t know if I can deal with that. But then I see cute kids and realize I have none of my own and hmm maybe…
17 Mar at 7:13 am
If there is anyone in this world, that has had kids right exactly WHEN they were wanted, I will eat my hat. I don’t think you can ever be properly financially ready / mentally ready / anything else ready for a baby – unless you are one rich sonofabitch who wipes his butt with $50 bills and has a live in aupair. If you are thinking about more, is Karl also thinking about more?
I wish for a miracle for me one day :) I hope one day the dr can say “lol jks you actually can get pregnant, pick when you wanna pop some kiddies out” but until then, I live vicariously through baby cousins and my boyfriend’s nephews and soon to be niece!
Having no time….now THAT I really can relate to. There aren’t even daylight hours in a day….seriously. I find myself wondering if I really do need to sleep, just to get all the shit done I want to do in a day done. Why do some people seem to skate through life as though it’s so easy? What do they do, that I do not?! Fuck it.