Truth

 

Two of my favourite bloggers have been talking about truth in the blogosphere lately (here, here and here). So I decided to step up and share some truths with you.

I made pancakes for breakfast yesterday morning. Idyllic? No... you'd have to ignore the smoke alarm constantly going off because I had the pan too hot and look past the first few burnt attempts and ignore the 1 year old screaming because his stomach decided his throat had been cut...to get within 50 miles of idyllic.

Husband liked them though.

And what did we eat with these pancakes of perfection? Fresh fruit and a drizzle of maple syrup? Fruit compote? Nah. Golden syrup. You can see the guilty tin just edging into the photo on the left hand side. Damn they tasted good enrobed in such sticky golden loveliness though.

So what other truths can I reveal? That NaNoWriMo gig I signed up for...I've gone totally off the idea and ran out of steam 5,000 words in. 

What else? After being so determined that TV would not become a substitute babysitter with Bigger, I gleefully plonk Littler in front of cbeebies on a Friday just so I can have a hot cup of coffee. On my own. In peace.

And that's the truth.

At the tailend of the weekend...

I'm mostly pondering

:: why, yet again, I didn't get over to the allotment. Those poor, poor plants.

:: the pile of ironed laundry that has yet to make it's way to the correct wardrobes and drawers. Heck, at least it's ironed.

:: whether it will be as hot tomorrow as it was today

:: what shall I wear tomorrow?

:: if I'm still blogging will I want to go to Cybermummy12 next year?

:: the use of the word mummy in cybermummy makes me evah so slightly uneasy - why do we have to be defined as 'mummy bloggers' just because we have offspring and also happen to write crap on t'internet.

:: maybe I'm being a tad oversensitive about the whole mummy blogger thing - I've just spent 2 months trying to prove to myself all and sundry that giving birth for a 2nd time did not cause my brain to melt

:: am I a mummy blogger? Do I want to be a mummy blogger?

:: have I ordered enough groceries in our weekly grocery delivery? Think I may have fogotten creme fraiche. bugger.

:: will this week be the week that my husband (formerly, currently and forever known as A Keeper) comes home from hospital?

:: will I ever manage to reach level 3 of The 30 Day Shred?