Who am I???

Let me preface this post as saying that blogging is new to me and I don’t really know what I want to get out of it. I guess I’ve created this blog as a way to express my feelings and emotions so they are out there rather than being bottled inside.

So Who am I???

I ask myself this almost on a daily basis. I'm a mother, a wife, daughter, sister and aunt and yet I still ponder who I really am and my own self value.

Currently I work from home for our small business one or two days a week and are at disposal of the kids and my hubby. Is this all there is for me in life? When I was younger, BC (before children) and prior to being at SAHM, I use to have a great job organising and assisting in the running of a function centre, I would have intellectual conversations with adults that actually cared for my opinion and advice. People would actually seek me out to assist them with problems they were having. Now it seems that the biggest dilemmas I’m faced with are trying to get strawberry jam out of a uniform that was clean only 10 minutes prior, trying to find a matching pair of socks for my daughter as I’m frantically trying to get her out the door and to school on time and what to have for dinner. It is mundane but at this point in my life it is me. I joined our schools P & C fundraising committee a few weeks ago so I can make a valued contribution to our school and hope to be part of a group who work to make our community a better place. I love to organise events and this was one way that I can get the self satisfaction that I am so desperately needing to feel at the moment.

My adult conversations are now restricted to school mums discussing the trials and tribulations of our children and the random posts on a forum I’m on. I have met some wonderful women on said forum and would dearly love to have these women in my life in a more tangible way where we can have real conversations over a lovely glass of Cab Merlot and a platter Jarlesberg and stuffed peppers whilst we get reasonably inebriated and laugh ourselves silly till our cheeks are sore.

I’ve come to realise that my life are just moments of that drive me mental, are also mundane and at times are pure madness.