Why on earth should a simple Meme totally paralyse me? Why does my mind go blank and I cannot think straight? I mean all I have to do is think of five really good things that happened to me last year in 2009. Hardly rocket science. Surely it cannot be difficult?
And for me it is, I’m not saying last year was an “annus horriblus”, it wasn’t but I find it very difficult to focus on good things. I’m a glass half empty kind of girl. In fact I would say my attitude to life and my inability to look for the good things is a bit of a problem.
But hey I’m a depressive so why wonder too much?
What I did not expect was that I could not even blag my way through the Meme, I just froze creatively. However, it did get me thinking about blogging and in general how I blog. I’m not exactly consistent in what I write though for the most part I write about my children and the things they say and do that pique me, that make me smile. The things I want to remember and like all besotted parents the things I want to share.
In general I don’t write too much about the bad days, the days when the effort just to get up seems insurmountable though occasionally it will sneak through in the odd “Aarrrhhh, I am a bad Mummy!” post.
So here I am thinking and with huge apologies I just cannot do five – maybe I’ve set my aim too high? Maybe I am bedazzled with this “Perfect Mummy: perfect family” expectation that just does not exist.
So setting my sights lower but by no means taking away from the importance of each and every good thing I write for this meme. As promised to the lovely Mum’s gone to…
1: Got mad bad dog – and love her
2: Got though whole year
3: Got new wall
4: losing it... now cannot quite get there. Would like to say holiday to France was a highlight but that’s a story I’m not allowed to print ever not if I want family harmony…actually it wouldn’t have made the list let alone the short one. Least said…
Heck this is random but heigh ho!
There did it five highlights of my year 2009.
(Good thing I finally got to write this now; I could have been mithering about it all year! Now in a nice strong Welsh accent like my Nanna used to do: “There’s depressive for you!”)