If you are still reading, some of you may have been wondering why I have been fouling the internet, and your inboxes (ha ha yes all 10 of you) with my stuff on a daily basis, rather than on the usual sporadic inconsistent basis. Well you can relax, it won’t be continuing.
You can credit my post-a-day-fail to the gorgeous early autumn weather and the call of the deep blue sea. What can I tell you? I just had to take Bibsey to the beach yesterday. A friend and I packed up the kiddies into my car*, stuck Sharing a Shell in the CD player and bowled down the winding road to the coast.
I was determined to write a post (some highly amusing – no doubt – rubbish about the poor state of my beleaguered end-of-summer bikini line) when I got home and Bibsey was in bed. But I was beach tired. You know the kind of salty, windblown, skin tingly kind of tired that you only get from the beach.
October is just about the right time of year for someone like me to brave the Spanish sun and sand. I wouldn’t dream of setting flip flop on pebble during July or August. I just don’t got the skin for it, you know? Which makes me highly paranoid about the little one’s skin. Sorry, can’t help it. I am that mother who is constantly trapping her child between her legs so that I can smother yet more cream on her and try for the umpteenth time to stick a hat on her head. Every little bit of her body is precious to me. I made it myself and I just can’t help it.
On top of the beach tiredness I had to cook dinner (domestic goddess stylie ha ha) while Skype gossiping with my lovely friend Nanny McThurerford, currently languishing in some 5 Star villa in Ibiza and sprinkling her fairy nanny dust over the children of someone rich and famous.
And then to seal the coffin of post-a-day foolishness, Mr B had to take over the controls of the MacBook Pro in order to iron out a few technical issues relating to my unfettered access to Strictly Come Dancing and other vital services. It was out of my hands.
The whole doomed idea (doomed in my case clearly) came to me from Seville-based journo, writer, blogger – who I may or may not have been trying to impress – Scribbler in Seville. She is doing the WordPress Daily Post thing. This is something about (re)discovering your blogging mojo and looks great, but poor auld Bibsey Mama just can’t keep up.
The beach beckons right?
How about you lot? Any ‘fails’ you would like to confess to today?
*I made that sound so easy didn’t I? Ha bloody ha! Major military operation !por supuesto!