So I had the bright idea for The Little Daily a while back. It was going to be ace because I could post every day sharing a photo and writing a paragraph or two to go with it. Perfect. Little moments, thoughts, ideas captured each day without the burden of constructing my usual lengthy blog posts. Of course, I could still contribute those pieces but without the pressure. The Little Daily would feed the ravenous blog a light snack each day inbetween the more substantial meals – if you were looking for a lame analogy.
But what happened? The Little Daily became a burden in itself. Why? Because that paragraph or two inevitably turned into more because I am naturally verbose. And not succinct.
I have to spell e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g o-u-t.
And I was expecting myself to do it seven days a week. On top of the 'real' posts I would also be writing.
In short, I have made myself crazy.
This mum gig is full-time. Fucking full-time. There is never a point of getting ahead or having nothing left to do because we could always do more. Couldn't we? More meaningful exchanges, quality time, crafty fun (oxymoron alert!), cleaning, cooking, exercising, list-making and deep breathing.
At some point, I have forgotten to breathe out.
So I'm giving myself the space to breathe out. I'm killing The Little Daily – maybe for a little while or maybe forever. I don't know yet. I just know that right now I can't keep up with the demands of my own schedule.
I began this blog to build a profile for my freelance work. I never wanted to be a blogger. What the hell was a blogger? I didn't know. But now The Little Mumma has become it's own (albeit wonderful) thing and the freelance work (read: PAID) barely gets a look in. Something is arse-about there.
And all the while, I have three little people, a big guy, a home and a life to try and manage.
Of course, none of this is your problem and here I am blogging about blogging which seems really sad but I just felt like I needed to explain that my head is a mess and it's not you, it's me, and if you'll give me a second, I might just find my feet with this thing again.
For the record, you can expect me to blog Tuesdays for Little Weeks, Saturdays for The Saturday Share (aka Heads Up!) and anything else will be dependent on the time I get and the writing mojo I am feeling.
I missed The Saturday Share this weekend gone but I really want to share with you a post by a blogger I have just discovered, Annie at Mummalove. She doesn't write often so you could sit and read through from start to finish but the first post I read was this one. This is a moving piece about a routine ultrasound scan that doesn't go as expected and how Annie and her husband work their way through the emotional aftermath. Her deliciously gorgeous son, Nicholas, is testimony to the fact that happy endings don't always follow convention. I have been changed since hearing their story.