Update on life and all things baby

I haven’t written in a while.  Sorry ’bout that.  I tried to write a couple of times but, to be perfectly frank, I was so angry and upset with recent political activity that everything I wrote somehow merged into an angry rant about injustice and inequality.   And while I fundamentally believe in the importance of speaking up about those things, that isn’t what I wanted this blog to be.  It’s not fun, yo.  So I didn’t press publish on any of the drafts and you were left deprived of my wisdom and wit as a result. I apologise sincerely for the punishment my absence inflicted upon you. 

So, to make up for it, what can I say by way of update?  Oh, so much.  Bubs is now 9 months old and on the move!  Gah!  She favours a commando-style wriggle across the floor, rather than proper crawling.  Not particular effective but she’ll do fantastically well should she encounter enemy fire.  She seems much more interested in learning how to stand rather than perfect crawling.  She pulls herself up onto everything she can find, and if that happens to be your ankle as you leave the room, you can expect to make your way onwards with the human equivalent of a ball and chain clamped around your lower leg. 

On the living situation front, we are still strictly homeless, camped out in two rooms at my mum’s house.  Although, much to her disquiet, the baby’s stuff has now slowly spread to inflict its presence upon every corner of the house.  How does that even happen?! Hoping for a relaxing bath?  You’ll need to clear it of squirty multi-coloured fish first.  Want to heat soup in the microwave?  Well that’s where the steriliser lives I’m afraid.  And as for searching for a teaspoon?  Ha! Every available utensil now seems to be multi-coloured and well chewed.  I can only wonder how long her forbearance will last… 

Anyway, I’m repeatedly assured by the estate agent that our house purchase will proceed any day now.  Although she has said that a lot recently.  She’s even started to sound a little embarrassed when she calls to provide an update (i.e. that there is no update).   

And work? Well I managed to make a bit of a tit of myself there.  I tried to have a frank conversation on Friday about some aspects I wasn’t feeling too great about.  And it all came out a bit more emotional than I planned.  Less warrior princess.  More wet blanket.  Which is decidedly less cool.  Goddamit.  I kept having cringey flashbacks all weekend.  Ugh.  Don’t you wish you could just rewind some conversations?? 

Anyway, I’ve decided to balls it out and own it.  Yeah, I got a bit more upset than I’d planned (didn’t cry though) but my points were valid and it takes more guts to speak up than it does to stay silent.  And seeing bubs at the end of the day puts it into perspective, however cheesy that might be.  Work is just work.  She is everything.  

Right, I think that’s everything.  Consider yourselves fully informed and updated.  I even managed not to mention Trump! 😉