Um.

So. Not very good at this, am I? So much for my new and extremely exciting blog.

Hey, what can I say? I'm a busy working mum. I've got a career, two beautiful children to spend lots of quality time with, a house to keep clean and tidy and a rich and full social life which I....

Sorry, couldn't even get to the end of that. That's obviously complete crap. I spend most of my life sitting on my arse in my living room, which you'd think would be prime blogging time.

The real reasons/excuses for the lack of posts on this blog are as follows:

1) I like to have a post completely planned out and at least half-written in my head before I sit down and start typing. In theory, this should ensure that my blog is not full of inane, pointless gibberish. In theory.

2) I have made a deep and unwavering commitment to watching all six seasons of Gossip Girl on Netflix. Currently at the beginning of season 5, so hopefully this one will cease to be an excuse fairly soon. By the way, if anyone knows how I can train myself to transfer this perserverance and tenacity into the areas of my life that don't involve terrible US teen dramas, please do let me know.

3) I am on a downward internet spiral. This happens fairly reguarly, and is not a great thing. I've been addicted to being online, and in particular reading people arguing with each other online, for a good few years now, ever since I wandered across a breastfeeding debate on a certain parenting forum. Sometimes I'm not too bad, and I actually manage to spend good chunks of my time having conversations with the people who share a house with me, and reading books, and even going outside and doing interesting things with my children. But then, maybe one day I'm feeling a bit tired and run down, and I can't really be bothered with any of those things, and there's a really interesting thing on Facebook, which links to this blog, and then people are having a majoy discussion about it in the comments, and then before I know it a couple of hours have gone by and my neck hurts and my eyes hurt and I'm even more tired and so the next day the only thing I can be bothered to do is sit the kids in front of Pocahontas and get my phone out, and there's this really interesting thing on facebook....... And none of this online time ever turns into me actually writing anything

So here I am. Writing a thing. And it is pointless and of absolutely no interest to anyone apart from me. Possibly including me. But it was more fun than reading about how desparate everyone on my local parents' group on facebook is to get a Snow Glow Elsa. Please no-one mention the existence of these things to my children.