Bad bad blogger

You know when you have a routine that is suddenly broken and then everything else kind of falls by the wayside?

That’s how I feel about blogging at the moment.  I used to blog at night, on the couch, in peace and quiet whilst Etienne was mostly trying to have a conversation and I mostly had my nose buried in my computer.  I stopped doing that lately because

1. I took up crocheting (how big a nerd am I??)
2. I couldn’t be asked to switch on my laptop and
3. It’s easier to cuddle on the couch without a laptop in the way

Then I promise myself I’ll blog first thing in the morning or during my lunch and then all of a sudden it’s 17h10 and I have to run out the door.  And I spent my 30 minutes of headspace time on Pinterest.  That shit’s addictive let me tell you. But my head is abuzz with awesome ideas.

The Crochet/Pinterest thing is so bad I haven’t even finished a book in 3 months, which is completely unheard of as I normally average a book a week.

To top it all off I’m not spending enough time with the kids as it is so I have very little funny fodder to write blog posts, all I’m mustering at the moment is the odd pic.  Maybe I should rather be a photo blogger?  The stuff I would probably write about is how badly behaved they are at the moment and other random shit I shouldn’t really be talking about here.

And food.  Lots and lots of fabulously healthy food I’m making at the moment.

So that’s what potting.   We aren’t bad, we’re doing quite well actually.  Poor, but healthy and happy.

That is all.