|A picture of my faves, just because|
Today is a bit of a milestone for me. It's five years exactly since I hit publish on my very first blog post. I'm not really sure whether celebrating blog birthdays is the done thing but it sounds a pretty good excuse to crack open a tub of Coconut Collaborative before lunch to me!
So much has happened in the last five years - for me personally as well as for this little blog of mine. I started writing shortly after Daisy was born, then Evie came along, we moved house three times, I changed jobs twice, I got married, I got divorced. It's been nice being able to share all these experiences on the internet, even when no one was reading about them at the very beginning. But then people did start to read and I was pleased as punch when I won my first award less than twelve months later. Since then I've had some amazing opportunities and I've made some incredible friends too.
But I digress!
Now isn't the time to go all soppy. It's a time of JOY! Modern Mummy is five! The Coconut Collaborative is OPEN! And I've been being all self indulgent this morning and reading through some of my favourite old posts. Like Daisy's and Evie's birth stories, the one where I 'fessed up about my imperfect parenting, and my rant about raisins (I freaking HATE raisins!). I feel a bit proud actually. It's been a great five years.
Blog birthday aside, I know I've been a bit quiet recently. The truth is, this whole back-to-school thing has totally floored me. All that new term prep, like shopping for stuff - and labelling EVERYTHING! The early starts! Making lunch boxes! The actual, physical school runs (17,000 steps a day, thank you for enlightening me Garmin Vivofit). The long days for the girls, and the delightful after school grumps and late afternoon naps and then the knock on effect of said late naps e.g. awful bedtimes. Aaarrrgh. 10 days in and I think we're finally getting back into the swing of things, back to routine. Thank God!
On a lighter, albeit completely random note, my parents found my old Ninetendo Entertainment System in the last week of the holidays. Remember those bad boys? The ones with the flip top lid and the cartridges you had to blow on to get to work, even when they were brand new. I got mine for Christmas in 1991 and spent most of Christmas Day playing Super Mario 3 (with short breaks to shovel handfuls of Quality Street into my mouth of course). When I went to bed and closed my eyes that night, all I could see were mushrooms and turtles and Koopas and I had the music on repeat in my head. I totally relived that entire experience earlier this week when we brought it home. Ever since, all the cheats have been slowly coming back to me and I've been getting way too competitive with the children. Ha! It's been awesome. (For the record I am not a gamer. The extent of my gaming over the past 24 years has been playing Snake on my Nokia 3210).
And here's another random thought for you while I'm being all reminiscent. I spent most of the nineties wishing I'd been around in the sixties. SERIOUSLY. Was that the best decade ever or what? I dressed in sixties clothes, I listened to sixties music, I idolised Patti Boyd and Elke Sommer and Marianne Faithfull (to be fair, I still do). But this past week I've been reminded about the ninetiesness of my nineties youth and how awesome they really were! I subscribed to Spotify Premium earlier this year and its one of the best things I've ever done. I've been listening to all the old albums that I originally had on cassette (yep, I'm THAT OLD) without having to re-buy them on digital. Remember 'Homegrown' by Dodgy? It came out in 1994! I've been playing it pretty much constantly since last Thursday.
Let me leave you with 'Grassman'. You're welcome!
PS One last random thought for you. In case you were wondering whether it is possible to ACTUALLY fall in love with a hoover, the answer is yes. But more on that later.