We have a situation. Daddy Pig might even say it’s a scandal.
I’m calling it Twitterbloggate.
Let me explain.
In true confession style, it has been six weeks, 18 posts and 525 tweets since my first blog. And things are beginning to slide. Because blogging, tweeting and book PR is a full time job, if you want to do it well.
Last night we didn’t eat until 9.00 PM. Because I was blogging, unsuccessfully. I served up a dinner, which even by my standards was questionable. Fresh linguine with cream cheese topped with rocket, peas and a piece of salmon. Nothing wrong with the ingredient combination, I agree. Except the pasta had congealed and was stuck together. So the cream cheese didn’t melt and lay unsociably in clumps making no effort whatsoever to bond with the pasta. I forgot to ‘wilt’ the rocket so had to bung it on top. Next came the peas, which rolled off the mountain of stodginess, desperately trying to avoid the fate of the other ingredients.
It looked a bit like a bird’s nest. With the piece of salmon as the bird.
‘You have to help me,’ I said to Daddy Pig as peas cascaded down onto the floor. ‘I’m losing the plot.’ I really think I might be.
Dinner is only one of the casualties since I started following my writing ambition. Sleep is another, I think I’m having less than when the girls were newborns. Washing is done sporadically. Today I had no clean knickers so I am wearing a rather fancy pair that should be reserved for Saturday nights. And only then if you’re 20, which is probably how old I was when I bought them.
Yesterday, on probably the hottest day of the year so far, Godivy went to nursery in a quilted winter coat. With no shoes. Oh and no suncream (is there a bigger crime as a parent?). And last week, Beaver made a toilet roll soup in the sink whilst I was blogging upstairs. It was not tasty.
You get my drift.
Right now, I have no idea how to resolve Twitterbloggate. Because I don’t want to resign. I just need to figure out how to do it all. You know, that perpetual myth. Or find a better way of doing it.
If you’ve got any ideas, let me know.
In the meantime, I think I’m going to have a little lie down.