I've been having a wobble. Sometimes... who am I kidding, most of the time when I sit down to write a blog post I hit delete halfway through. And quite honestly, you lovely lot should be glad because it's a big pile of shite!
Recently, I've had a bit of writer's block. Ha! Did I just refer to myself as a writer? I mean I've had mummy-mind block. I could write hundreds of "We did this..." kind of posts but I'm not sure that makes for good reading. Please forgive me as I'm sure if this post ever gets published there will be a string of boring waffle to follow.
Amidst my mind block the question "What the hell am I at?" Keeps springing to mind. Why do I sit at my laptop every evening? I'm tired. Why don't I just have an early night or message the girls on WhatsApp?
Mummy Blogging is massive and there is so much competition. We're all writing the same things because we are all going through the same things. I think this is where my wobble has come from. Why would someone choose to read my blog? I don't think I can compete with the amazing Jemma at Popcorn for Lunch and I'll never be as funny as Carry on Katy. But I have to stop myself overthinking it all - I love it and even if there are thousands of other blogs just like mine, I won't stop scribbling notes in my notepad or furiously typing ideas into my phone on the school run.
When I ask myself why I'm doing this, I need to remind the little paranoid voice in my head that I'm writing for all the Mummy's just like me, the ones who would walk over hot coals for their little ones but crave a day off. The ones who never get a second to themselves but wouldn't have it any other way.
When a ramble on Facebook gives you lot a belly giggle or one of my blog posts gives you that fuzzy feeling in your hear, then I've accomplished something. Mummy's Whine Club is my little space on the Internet, my place to try and help you through the frantic dash out the door on a Monday morning or the wailing in Witching hour.
Some might say I've been 'winging it,' but aside from my mother thinking the whole country will be talking about me 'sharing my business online' nobody has told me it's utter rubbish and I should delete.
I hope Mummy's Whine Club is relatable. I hope other Mummys out there feel they are not alone. They're not the only one constantly changing sh**y nappies and wiping snot pouring noses. I hope I give the odd laugh amongst the 100th "why?" of the day. And most of all, if my kids ever read my posts I hope they'll know they are loved more than anything, even though I called one of them an a*shole on Facebook last week.
So no more wobbles. Here's where I need your help... Spam me! What would you like to read about? Title my next blog post because Mummy's Whine Club is for you as much as me.
All my love
Mrs C
xxx
