Wow. I was just checking in on my main blog and completely forgot I had started this one too. Going through some of the old posts, and I'm quite appalled that I'm referring to my partner and father of my children as "hubster". Clearly THAT was a phase. What was I thinking??? Well, there's nothing much to add here since I last wrote. Life threw me a few whammies, as it tends to do. I'm grateful to have survived it, albeit with a few scars. I am STILL enjoying motherhood. I just hope my kids are enjoying their childhood. The last 5 years have been hectic and I've faced a little more trauma than I was mentally prepared for, so I'm scared to enjoy my life in case it should all go sideways again.
I have taken to updating the mundane details of my existence on social media though, perhaps hoping that it keeps away the evil eye. I'm sadly, quite disappointed that I should even believe it exists. Most days I don't even give it a thought. But now, I'm just wary, much like Rick Grimes second guessing himself when a new person arrives on the scene and he's deliberating on whether to let them into Alexandria or just kill them. The Walking Dead comparisons aside, we cannot ignore global pandemic that has befallen us, and oddly, catching us unawares. Should we have not been better prepared? As one who is normally over-prepared for minor catastrophes, I'm a tad disappointed that the paranoid types like myself at the CDCs of the world did not do more to alert me to the fact that my life, as well as millions of others, was about to be "inconvenienced". Okay, that annoyance was so last year. This year I'm just grateful to be alive. I've shown full appreciation for it by wasting away my days and most nights on Netflix and chocolate. Have I gained a few pounds? Shockingly, no. Have I become physically weaker? Absolutely, yes. I've been deliberating on whether or not to go back to work (not much in terms of part-time here), but homeschooling pretty much decided that fate for the foreseeable future. I'm trying desperately to catch up on reading again, but my anxieties kick in as soon as I sit down to it, and it takes me forever to finish even an excellent book. I'm currently reading Circe by Madeline Miller.
I just realised I'm rambling on the wrong blog. Okay bye.
