When I first started this blog, I blogged pretty much every day without fail. I would always have something to write about, something to say, and with two children and not much else to think about, I always had the time and energy.

Now, eight years on and with four children and other work, I am finding it harder and harder to find the time to write on here. I sometimes realise that two or three weeks have passed since I last logged in to my blog, let alone actually wrote anything. And that makes me so, so sad because this little blog is what set my family and us on the path to where we are today. I wouldn’t be working as a freelance writer, so would probably still be stuck in Birmingham. Perhaps we wouldn’t have even had Elizabeth. I certainly would not have had all the opportunities and incredible things that have come about because of this little blog. And now, it’s neglected. Like that friend who helped you and has always been there but you never quite get a chance to meet up with.

Life is busy. I’m not complaining too much. I like to be busy. However, the downside of being busy is that I don’t have a lot of time to be writing what I really want to be writing – and that is on here.

Obviously, the main things that keep me busy are the kids. With four kids, things are never quiet. There are school runs, mounds of washing, signing countless letters, remembering who has PE and when, hunting for water bottles in their bedrooms, play dates, playgroups, clubs…it is neverending!

On top of that, I have a pretty intense job. I am a freelance writer, which means I spend a lot of time writing for other people. I write 5 – 8000 words a day, so by the time I have finished doing that, even if I had time to write on my own blog, the last thing I want to be doing is writing anything else!

I always hoped that I could set aside some time on the weekend to write, but if I’m honest, it’s either catching up on work I haven’t managed to finish or that I’m too knackered. Obviously as well, I want to spend time with the kids and Graham and on the weekend as well.

As well as all of this I have had minor flare-ups of my OCD over the past few months, which means I don’t sleep very well, and chuck in waiting for blood tests to see if I might have fibromyalgia or chronic fatigue syndrome, and, well, you have the perfect storm for being a completely knackered wreck at times!

So, that’s a little explanation of why I have been more than a little shite at keeping up with my blog recently. Believe me, I have a billion things that I want to write – I always have. It’s just time.