If there was a graph correlating the frequency of my posts with my life circumstances it would show that I write more when my boyfriend’s away, when I’m mildly unhappy, or when there’s something I can show off about.
My boyfriend’s not away in May and June. We’re a happy family and my life is easy. I’ve settled into a routine of playground trips to meet Mum friends, Thursday afternoon riding lessons with a couple lunch afterwards spent debating the finer points of the rising trot; weekends mean days out to visit castles or walk in bluebell woods.
I’ve enjoyed no-guilt nights out too, with Dad on duty for bathtime and bedtime stories. We have many cosy nights in, betting on evening races and drinking homemade cocktails, then watching TV documentaries until we realise we ought to be in bed. The toddler still has the crazy idea that 6am is morning.
My work means I have to be online tweeting and Facebooking regularly, which is one of the reasons that I’ve stopped using my personal Twitter. This had been a remarkably positive change. I find I have much more time to get things done. Tweets are so tiny, but dipping in to read or write them several times day was becoming my nervous tick. I stopped before I became a twitcher not a tweeter.
I miss many of my Twitter friends but I am noticing my real life friends and family more. I sometimes used to check Twitter on my phone as I cooked or played with the kids. Now I just cook or play. Down with multi-tasking and a thumbs up to living in the here and now.
I expect I will return to Twitter one day, perhaps just following a handful of people I really like. I wouldn’t have been without Twitter at the election, it gave an instant insight into the mood of the nation. I admire the Twitterverse, and it helped me make many succesful bets on Betfair’s politics markets at election time.
I’m spending much of my free time betting on horses. I’ve set myself a challenge to bet on at least a race a day for a month. It’s going well so far. I’m busy enough with this, but I’m also considering writing a blog about being a housewife gambler. I think motherhood has taught me to be a better punter and believe women have the best skills to gamble. I’d like to teach mums to bet on horses.
I have lots of ideas for writing projects, as usual. This is just the latest craze.
If you’re interested in horse things I also write ‘A bit of a good horse’ about our racehorse The Shuffler. He’s had a great new season with a first and a second. His third race is tomorrow night, the 6.40 at Windsor. We won’t be able to go to the race. Whines about babysitters are a regularly theme of this blog.
What else is going on? This is a quick update of random me-bits, I didn’t want to abandon this blog.
Work has its ups and downs, I’m finding evening and weekend work a bit of a drag. I’m not quite into a routine yet with the new social media stuff, but it is still early days.
I keep hatching schemes to go it alone with business plans, but I love my company, and I believe they’re one of the best companies in the world to work for. Ideas for other things will probably stay just notes and dreams.
I’m enjoying being a mum right now, especially now that dad is around to give me a break and prevent me killing myself with motherhood martydom. I’m prone to that condition.
I am constantly amazed by how much work it is to be a parent; with my mum work and my regular work I find I rarely get time for me things. I often dream of flying to some random country for a life changing adventure… I’m 40. I’m sure I will grow out of this when I hit the menopause.
I’m happy, if bored. No, bored isn’t quite the right word. I’m too busy to be bored. I’m unchallenged. I want my life to be easy, and it is… I just wish it gave me more to get stuck into, I wish it gave me something to think about.
I’m not going to get on a plane to find myself, I don’t believe you can plan to find adventure that way. I just need some kind of living room adventure. I could do with a new enthusiasm, maybe a hobby to lose myself in?
In the past I’ve had a passion for writing, or poker, or work. When I was 10 I collected cacti, but I don’t think I’ll revisit that obsession.
I still love writing, but I’ve lost my way and given up.
I joined a political party, I’ve never done that before. The horse riding is fun but is just once a week so it doesn’t quite satisfy. There’s gambling, but that’s more a pastime than a passion.
I still think about bees sometimes. I haven’t worked out what that bee thing means.
I even looked up beekeeping. No way am I ever doing that.
So I think, “Bees..? What about bees..?” and then I think, “I don’t know. How daft!”
I tell the silly bee thought to buzz off.
Bees?
Yes. Bees.
Why do I think my life will be complete when I understand the stupid bee thing?
Bees?
I don’t even like bees.
