Michelle Tant

So I am doing this course, and I have to admit that I have been less than motivated lately, okay, for the last year really. Combination of having a baby under a year old plus a 3 year old just put the stoppers on the whole thing to be perfectly honest. And then the last couple of weeks I have had a burst of 'course energy' I have been imaginatively calling it. I've done 3 essays in as many weeks, booked myself onto a mini course i needed to, arranged a few meetings and started some paperwork on an information file. Thats all really, just wanted to say YAY ME! I'm not a quitter. I can't even quit this blog, and I did think about it the other day. Me? Commitmentphobic?

I don't often get a quiet day and consequently think about them little, why torture myself afterall. However this afternoon, I was in the supermarket and I bought my basketful using the self-checkout. I then left and went to fill up my car with diesel and used the drive-thru pump. I then came home, fired off some emails, went about a few bits and bobs around my home, texted a friend, then went out to pick up my kids from Grandmas. The point is, I went nearly 4 hours without saying a word. Those who know me would say that is quite a feat. Two reasons for that, in no particular order (though some might disagree); I love to talk and chat to people; they fascinate me and I love to know what they are thinking. The second (or is it the first?)is that I have two children. One is 3 years old and hasn't paused for breath once yet in around 2 years, the other is 14 months old and is starting to show signs of going the same way as his brother. So, is silence golden? NOw there is a questio

On a brighter note, we went to see the school today that my eldest will potentially go to and it was ok, not the kind of school I remember going to. It's very touchy feely, very bright and the teachers are all very young and earnest. Of course every time I saw a child around my little ones age I had to try not to burst into tears like the neurotic puddle I have a tendency to morphe into on occasion. I was quite proud of myself really. Dear hubby took it on the chin like a man and even conceded it was 'ok, not like my school' so that has to be a good thing seeing as from what I can glean from him, his school was a bit of a graffiti covered flea pit. Well work calls, must stop faffing on the net when I should be getting dressed. New Years Resolution #756. Oh dear.

I just filed my return online and of course it wasn't quite as awful as I imagined it to be, in fact almost painless, apart from of course the amount I will have to pay by the end of the month but i guess you can have everything. New Years Resolution - File return this year in APRIL. Not in January like a loser.

I came online to Blog this evening on the subject of finishing Breastfeeding, a subject very close to my heart right now if you will excuse the unintended pun - heart close to breasts and all that (I make no apologies for the fact I am freewriting right now!) and as I tried to log into Blogger it told me that I couldnt log in as I did not have cookies enabled and helpfully redirected me to a page where it explained how I could correct this. I dutifully followed the direction, and when the instructions appeared, I dutifully followed them, despite the fact that as this is the second time I have logged into this site, I must clearly be able to log in. And so there I am, adjusting the cookie slider in my internet options. It is of course on the correct level, so I slide it up and down a bit so that 'it' knows or thinks, or whatever that I have done 'something' and click OK. I then enter the Blogger website address again and would you know it, I am already logged in. Slightl

I have decided it is all be some kind of conspiracy. 'It' of course being motherhood. Because we really must wonder, if we really knew what we were getting into, if we knew that to even have them, was not only deal with many unmentionable, ahem, bodily fluids, that by giving birth we are making a choice to wear our hearts on the outside for the rest of our lives... would we even have them? I saw a comment on FB today which said "No-one told me babies sick up so much!" and do you know, she is quite right. That fact, along with so many others are just not talked about. Along with toddler tantrums, supermarket horrors, muffin tops (ours, not theirs and not the yummy kind), broken nights, sorry yes, its still going on at 3 years post partum. Of course once you have HAD said baby, the flood gates are open and you, the new mother sits with open mouthed astonishment as fact after gruesome fact comes spilling out. The nappies, which, while you were actually expecting them, we