Musings on a Life Quite Ordinary

About six months ago I had a very eventful weekend which changed a lot of things in my life.   Over the course of a few short days I turned forty and found out I was pregnant with my third child. My fortieth birthday faded into the background somewhat as all the plans I had been making since I turned thirty suddenly had to change.   Gone were the many bottles of red wine that would have been my constant companions under ordinary circumstances.   No big night of partying like it’s 1999 and of course the quiet afternoon of Botox I had hoped for had to be swapped for a nap and a quick trip to the shops for sensible supportive undergarments. My other half coped well, he had a few drinks himself at my birthday party and managed to deflect offers of alcohol for me with expertly placed comments like “she’s been sick as a pig all day with a tummy bug” or “we had a few last night, she’s not able for it any more” while I sipped orange juice and water.   As the weeks pass...

Another summer over, another first day back at school already a memory and its September. So, here I sit at my kitchen table, ready and waiting for genius to strike.   My routine is back in order; I have designated time two mornings a week to write for the next three months and what happens?   My Internet connection goes down. WHY? Doesn’t the Internet service provider know that I have a check list before I can write?   It’s crucial to the point of being superstitious.   I absolutely, most definitely, completely importantly must do the following before I can write a word: ·          Check email. ·          Cross reference bank account with my carefully planned colour coded excel budget for the household. ·          Look at the stats on my blog. ·          Check email. ·   ...