Mothers are like Marbles

Yeah, yeah, I know it's been 6 months since I last blogged it out. I've been busy, too busy for me it would seem, shifting to our brand new home, coping with the increasing demands of a soon to be four year old and a soon to be one year old, and just incase I didn't have enough to trip over already, we've recently added a kitten to the mix.

Named by the boy "Choppa", like the man says "could be worse", could be standing out on the back lawn in my dressing gown shaking the packet of whiskas yelling "here poo face" or "here bum bum" - too rather catchy and popular sayings at 'The Heritage' of late.

Anyway, back to me, I have some lovely friends who also don't have all that much time for themselves (the old them, sans children), however one of my lovely friends organised a girls afternoon yesterday whereby we wined, lunched, dinnered and coffeed the day away, just us, no kids, no dinners to cook, no jammies to find. It was heaven, and yet somehow foreign at the same time.

I promised during our big outing, that I'd start blogging again, I like to read others, so only fair that I give a little bit back to the blog community as it were.

Time in the shower is, apart from the odd mummy lunch, about the only place a mother gets to here herself think, that is if she's smart enough to shower at 10pm when there's no one awake to ask 21 questions while she is in there (smart move). So I got to thinking, one night in my little quite cubical, about what object could be related to being a mother, I decided that mothers were a lot like marbles, here's why:

MOTHERS ARE LIKE MARBLES

We used to be cool and exciting
We take a lot of knocks but keep on rolling
As one we are strong,
but put a whole lot together and you will have a hell of a lot of fun.

Quite like being a mum, don't you think.

Right so that's my theory on the world today - hope you're proud of me 'G' finally getting back on the blog wagon!

Until next time

xx