Oh, it’s Mummy Mugshot time again, you’re gonna leave me.
I can see that faraway look in your eye.
I can tell by the way your surfing baby,
That it won’t be long before it’s crying time.
Before I offer up this week’s ‘creation’ I must just say a few words to… explain, defend, validate, mitigate (whatever) the good work that we do here at Bibsey Towers. There are times as a blogger, and I hope some out there will relate to this, when you just ask yourself “what is the point of me?” Not the real me (although in my darker-moments-past, generally after a particularly big night out, that question has of course popped-up). Not the mother, daughter, sister, friend and fabulous ‘wife’ me, but the virtual, Bibsey Mama me.
What I do here is not raising money or awareness. I’m not even raising eyebrows (maybe my Mum’s). And sometimes it all just feels rather self-indulgent and superficial. I don’t tackle issues and I don’t bare my soul (I think that I would need a properly anonymous blog to do that). I worry that people might be thinking “Oh my god there’s a woman with too much time on her hands”.
Yes, here’s a woman who has the time to piss around on Photo Booth and Picmonkey to produce and publish these images. And here’s a woman who has enough time to document her feelings about it all. It’s a vicious circle of navel gazing. It’s navel gazing gone mad.
HOLD ON! Scratch the needle on the record! Bollocks to all of that. I don’t have to explain myself or excuse myself. Here are pictures of me and my girl. I started this blog to make a diary of these early years. And franchement I needed the outlet. I didn’t get out much in the early days of motherhood. New baby. New life in Spain. No job and erm, not many friends. Then.
My life is much different now, but I still make time for this because I love it. Not sure quite why I felt the need to explain myself today. I’ve just had an incredibly busy week – getting back to work you see – and I am pretty knackered. And erm, premenstrual.
BIN-GO. PMS.
And there it is… move along people. Premenstrual woman questions own existence? Nothing to see here. Alles klar. But erm, if you have ever felt like this and want to pop a message in my comments, you know, I’d like that.
Please pop over to the home of Mummy Mugshots Life, Love and Living with Boys to join in.
