Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Chaos = Normality. Who Knew?



For the last few months I've written a few posts about normality being restored after various incidents. Blogger's block, kids holidays and illness have taken their toll and I always refer to me writing again as being 'back to normal'. Over the easter break I've come to realise that this just can't be true, the interruptions to my writing time seem to happen more often than not so Chaos must equal Normality!

Whether it's blogger's block, being ill, kids holidays or anything else that might pop up, they're all normal; my everyday routine. Those times when things calm down and I do actually have time to get a decent amount of writing done, they're the blips, the disruption to routine. I don't know why I didn't realise this before, after all isn't that what being a parent is? Living amongst complete chaos and somehow managing to not go insane?

I've said before that I thrive on routine, I like to know that what happened yesterday is going to happen today. The time I had last week will be just the same this week and nothing is going to get in the way of that. But of course when you have children this just doesn't happen, there's always something going on. That routine I crave so much is just a figment of my imagination and it will never arrive.

My boys are back at school today and the house is quiet, which is lovely. The kitchen needs tidying, there's a mountain of washing and ironing to do but at least the kids toys are away. I'm trying very hard to find that motivation to make sure all the housework gets done. For the whole easter break I've felt like all things conspired against me and I got nothing done. I was ill for about a week, then LP was ill and then it was my turn again. All this on top of decorating BP's bedroom, a friend's birthday party and travelling to see family. Now that the boys are back at school all I really want to do is go to bed and sleep. I feel drained.

I'll keep going, pushing myself to complete the housework (at least partially) and squeezing in as much writing as I can before the school run. Eventually the fitness will be back into my 'routine' and I'll begin to feel like me again. Finding time for everything is hard, prioritisation just means that some things don't get done. But again, it's human nature and sometimes it's okay to forget about things and just relax. 

Being a parent is difficult and draining and making sure the family and home runs smoothly is a 24/7 job. From now on I'm going to give myself the breaks when I need them and I suggest you do the same. It's pointless berating ourselves all the time for not getting things done, chores will still be there tomorrow. Pushing our bodies harder and hoping that we have the strength to work past illness without taking breaks just doesn't work. Take the breaks you need, take time for yourself and everything else will fall into place. 

Or at least I hope it will...

By Morgan Prince



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Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Healthy Me on the Horizon


For the last couple of weeks I've been having a bit of a down cycle. I haven't felt much like blogging, writing or socialising and then on Saturday morning I woke up feeling terrible. At first I thought it was just a cold, something I'd be able to ignore while getting on with things, but as the day wore on my energy was seeping out of me.

The timing couldn't have been worse, we've just started decorating BP's bedroom and the kids have just broken up for the easter break. I've spent the last couple of weeks wondering if LP was going to get chicken pox but actually it was me that got ill. Typical! So, Sunday went by in a blur. I took lots of medication, tried to push past the terrible achy feeling and got on with the decorating. When I finally sat down at the end of the day I could barely move. Then yesterday I thought I was feeling better, spent the morning doing more decorating and even got a little tidying done. However, once I sat down that 'wiped out' feeling hit me again and all I wanted to do was sleep. 

The problem with being ill, especially when you're a mum, is that you can't just sit down and sleep. There is always something that has to be done. I've spent these last few days dreading getting better because I know the work is piling up while I'm ill. I still have to sort out feeding the little ones but I can't summon the energy to tidy up afterwards. The washing pile is growing rapidly and the kids toys have been spreading themselves over the lounge floor.

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Bye Bye Blogger's Block



Okay so I may have overreacted when I got hit with blogger's block earlier in the week. I often say how I've been struggling to write and I got it into my head that it just wasn't working. The blogging daily was getting me down because I didn't have time for anything else, including the new fitness regime. The housework had been piling up, my ironing pile was starting to resemble a mountain and I felt like I was neglecting the boys.

This week month is particularly busy with birthdays and over the easter holidays we're planning on decorating both of the boys' bedrooms. I've been stressing about making sure I have everything ready for that and then it's LP's 5th birthday tomorrow and I've been stressing about that too. The blogger's block couldn't have come at a worse time! 

Blogging was one of the things that seemed to be going well for me just lately and with everything else being so manic I counted on that routine. So to have the block arrive shocked me, to say the least. The funny thing though, as I sat down this morning preparing for another busy day, was that I realised I was missing the blogging. I didn't feel like I had anything productive to say but I was certainly missing joining in with links and chatting to online friends. I never realised how much this means to me and I guess that's why I felt so down when I couldn't write anything.

Monday, 31 March 2014

Time to Think



If only I could sit here and think...
For the last week I've not been 'feeling it' blogging wise, I haven't been inspired to write anything and I don't see much point in writing something just to say I have. I did try last week to force some inspiration by looking through some prompts. I wrote something I wasn't hugely proud of and figured I would just take a break instead. 

So, for now that's what I'm going to do. The kids break up on Friday (4th April) for two weeks and I thought this would be a good chance for me to figure out what it is I want to do. I love writing and blogging but other things seem to get left behind when I'm concentrating on blogging. My book isn't any further along than it was a couple of months ago and I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. The break will hopefully do me good and I can come back refreshed and have lots to talk about. Or I'll come back to say I'll be blogging less... we'll see.

By Morgan Prince

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

A Knock




These last few days I've been finding it difficult to write so this morning I was trawling the internet for inspiration. Some people say if you're not 'feeling' it then don't force it but I think sometimes you just need to try and push past the block.

After a couple of hours I managed to find a prompt site and was half inspired by one of the prompts so here we go, here's what I came up with.

A knock on the door in the middle of the night is never a good thing...

I pried my eyes open wondering what the hammering was. The boom echoed through the house and I heard the door shaking in its frame. I glanced at the clock, 3am, and heaved back the covers, huffing. Three bangs again and I grabbed my dressing gown, slipped it on and ran down the stairs. I knew he’d do it again, just as soon as he said he’d be going out with friends. Another late night, him banging on the door because he couldn’t find his keys. Stumbling into the house with his arms flailing as he tried to kiss me and tell me he was sorry, again. It was getting old.

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Space & Respect


Space Shuttle Atlantis at Kennedy Space Centre, Florida
I have always loved anything to do with Space. Constellations, comets, planets and meteors spark my inquisitive mind. I love looking out on a clear night and seeing all the sparkling stars and planets in our sky. I particularly enjoy spotting the different constellations and even bought a telescope (not a good one) to see more.

The moon can be truly mesmerising sometimes and I still marvel at the fact that humans have actually set foot on it. This is certainly something that I would never have the courage to do, I hate flying in a plane so just the idea of venturing into space fills me with fear. I respect those men and women that have done, they've allowed us to find out all kinds of things about space and the moon.

Having watched Gravity recently I realised what dangers these men and women face every time they step into that space shuttle. They pass through the atmosphere and hurtle towards the ground on re-entry and there's always a chance something could go wrong. Like Columbia.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Goodbye




Here we are again, Thursday and time for Prose for Thought. I was looking through the poems I've written for this linky yesterday and since I started I've written 8 poems and 3 short fiction pieces. I do love Prose for Thought because it trains me to be thinking about creative writing every week.

Yesterday I wrote a poem and really surprised myself by crying at some of my own writing. Not something I ever thought would happen but I guess it's all part of the writing journey. Here's the poem, I hope you like it...

Goodbye

Floating above, I look down
A chill throughout my bones
Blurred vision and a frown
Enter the unknown

They are sitting, dressed in white
Lillies atop my casket
Flowers surround, summery and bright
Little one holding a basket

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Writing and Emotion



A source of inspiration
Since starting my writing journey I've found one of the most difficult things to do is inject feeling into the words. A lot of the time they're just words and unless you can feel things along with the character then it's just a waste of time. I've read lots of books that have made me laugh out loud and cry and these are the books I've enjoyed most, proving my point.

This afternoon I've been writing my poem for Prose for Thought tomorrow and was struggling a little. I couldn't make the right words appear on the screen. I really thought the block had arrived and I wasn't going to be able to get anything done. I paused for a while and thought about it, took a break and came back. When I did the words were there, waiting for me to hit the keyboard. I tapped away and before I knew it there was a poem staring back at me.