You may have noticed that I have been a little quiet on the original blog-post front for the last week or so and I just thought I’d offer up an explanation.
It got mentioned by someone, and not for the first time, about how they didn’t understand where I found the time to blog at the same time as having two small children. They found they didn’t have time for anything when their children were small because once they’d done the housework, fed and played with the kids and slept when they were sleeping they didn’t have any time for anything else.
That hurt. It made me feel like I was somehow neglecting Tori and Arthur by blogging or being on Twitter or Facebook. I suddenly felt like I should stay away and do nothing but housework and play with them and nap when they napped otherwise I was letting them down.
I felt like I’d failed them. And so I stopped.
Once I’d calmed down a bit and had a few hugs (both real and virtual) I realised I haven’t let them down at all – I don’t nap when they nap, I sit down with a drink and my laptop instead. I steal half an hour to do something that makes me feel like me, to be ‘Carole’ not just ‘Mummy’. I write. Writing is my daytime nap. It relaxes me and makes me feel better and these few days without it I have noticed a difference and it hasn’t been a good one.
I’ve had a bit less patience with the Smalls. And with me. And with Sy. And with everything else.
I need to write. I’ve blogged about that before. Even now, with two little people taking up most of my time, I still need to write. Even if it’s only a couple of hundred words about something that has annoyed me or a mushy post about friends and family and not a chapter of my latest novel (yeah – you know that 80k in 80 days thing? – That didn’t happen…) Writing is writing and it’s part of who I am.
Maybe other people never had time for such frivolities. Me? I make time.
Carole Finds Her Wings 
comments like that piss me right off, Im so sorry that you felt like that – its so irritating when people just dont think about how their comments might make you feel. People say that to me a lot, about finding the time and now i joke that i tether the children to a local lamp post to shut them up …. hugs darling you are a super mummy and a super woman in your own right… jealousy is a very ugly look and thats all that comment was – pure jealousy x
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I can’t believe people have nothing better to do than criticize others who are obviously coping better than they are. Don’t feel judged. You are a great mum Carole. It is no-one’s business how you spend your time around looking after the littlies…you enjoy your me-time!! You carry on writing, blogging and tweeting and to hell with anyone else. xxx
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Oops…. In my haste to comment on this I think I may have just accidentally reported your blog as mature… Sorry about that.
I would just say that your children are proof enough that they aren’t neglected. They are neglected horribly by their Godmother, who is once again sans a life and therefore unable to visit. Mum’s given me some things for you and it must be someone’s birthday soon… XD I am a terrible person, I apologise.
You, on the other hand, have nothing to apologise for – just ignore idiots who make you feel otherwise. x x
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Oh yes, it’s terribly mature… 😛
I forgive you for being useless – I am equally as crap. I would visit you instead if they built a train station in a suitable location to get to you… xx
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Grrrr…. why do people feel that they have the right to judge others without walking a day in their shoes? Hope you ignore the comments and keep writing and blogging xx
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