This photo is unrelated to the text below and just a gratuitous "check out my adorable daughter" shot
Is it me you're looking for?
My mind is a complete confuddlement of a bazillion things and none of them form anything so coherent as to be considered a blog post.
So instead I'm going to list the top five things that are fighting for space in my tiny brain right now:
1. I have had too many children. Or taken on one too many blogs to write.
Total children currently under my care: 3
Total blogs written by me: 1
Total things I need to cross off my to-do list: 3 million and 1
Problematically, I am generally against giving up either the children or the blog. Well, perhaps one of the children? But not the girl one. I waited too long and whined too hard to give her up now. So I guess it's eeni meeni miini moh with the boys.
2. Yesterday I went to a memorial service. Cancer had stolen away the father of a dear friend. I don't see this friend so much anymore but she is a precious soul and her gorgeous dad was always so welcoming to me when I was in their home which was a lot in my late teens and early 20s. I took Harlow with me and she proceeded to cry for the entire service. I can't stop thinking about how I missed the service, about how I hope Harlow's cry wasn't so loud that she disrupted the whole thing, about how I was so distracted by my little one that I didn't get a chance to really talk to anyone, that I didn't say hello to a bunch of people I haven't seen in years and how there were a number of ex-boyfriends who didn't get to eat their hearts out at my ravishing beauty (after three kids!!) up close. Important things, you know?
3. I need to lose seven kilos because Angie Baxter will be taking another set of family portraits and I don't want to immortalise my "baking weight"*. I can't help but think I won't reach my target between now and then – which is tomorrow morning at 9:30am.
4. Harlow has been a sad little cookie for the last few days. A few high temps. I wonder if she is getting teeth? I wonder if she will cry for the photos tomorrow?
5. I made a lasagna for a kinder mum friend. I just like her so I made her food because when people cook for you, it's awesome. But I used non-instant lasagna sheets which I never normally do so I'm worried I didn't cook them long enough. Now I can't stop thinking about whether they sat down to a dinner of bolognese sauce and bechamel layered between cardboard. And I'll never know because why would you tell a person, "Hey, thanks for the meal the other night but check this out! I broke my front tooth on your rock hard lasagna sheets! Next time you should cook them for longer. Or use instant."? She'll never tell me and I don't think I can ever cook for anyone again because to be honest, it's actually incredibly nerve-wracking.
That's it. Well, no, this is a mere iceberg tip but that's the top 5 and I think you can agree, it's a dangerous place up inside my head. I hope to be back with a more ordered thought stream soon.
* "Baking weight" refers to the kilos I put on AFTER losing my pregnancy weight because I baked cakes/brownies/anything with sugar and butter for the first four months of Harlow's life.
HA thanks for the laugh! I saw your ‘Hello’ on Twitter and Lionel immediately started up in my head. You might like this.http://www.incrediblethings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Hello-Lionel-Richie-Teapot.jpg
You are so lovely cooking for a friend. Cardboard or not, she’ll think you’re awesome. I’m too time-poor to actually DO the nice things I want to do for friends. I’ve made so many dinners for people inside my head, but failed to deliver, then beaten myself up twice as hard. I’m sure they actually really enjoyed their imaginary spaghetti bolognese.
Love you. And envious you only have baking weight. I have ‘I’m a fat shit who sits on her arse watching bad TV and eating even badder food’.
But my tits are HUGE. Praise the Lord.
You still got it, baby. You still got it.
I love love loved that you cooked for us. Layered somewhere between the bechamel, bolognaise & lasagna sheets is kindness, warmth & burgeoning friendship delivered in a baking dish. There is (almost) no greater gift to the uber time poor Mumma. You are so very correct…”when people cook for you it is awesome”. I love my title ‘kinder mum friend’ -I especially love the last word in my title. We’d like to have you & yours to ours to share the mega meal. The meal will be fabulous & even better if shared in the spirit that it was given. P xo