I have been inspired. Everyone else seems to be doing the ‘Mummy Blog’ thing (or ‘Mommy Blog’, depending on your location), so why shouldn’t I do the same? After all, I have thoughts to share. You may not care what they are, but I’m going to put them out there anyway.
I’ll start with an introduction.
Those of you who know me already know my name and the names of the members of my family, but in the interests of internet anonymity, I’m going to use pseudonyms on this blog.
There’s me. The Author. Original, no? Well, it’s the best I can come up with right now. I’m somewhere between my mid and late twenties and I work part-time at a public high school attempting to teach science and mathematics to teens and tweens between the ages of eleven and sixteen. I have been doing this in some capacity since 2007.
I am the eldest of three children, and have a younger brother and sister. My family remains nuclear. Dull for blogging, but I’m not complaining about my parents still loving each other after 28 years of marriage.
There’s him. He’s my husband of two and a half years. I asked him this morning what he’d like his online pseudonym to be, and he came up with ‘The Man’. Then he suggested ‘Ignatius’ and ‘Bob’. These are all entirely crap, in my opinion. Unfortunately, coming up with a nickname for somebody who doesn’t have one is rather difficult, so Ignatius it is.
Ignatius is in his early thirties, and works for a fairly large and well-known (around here) university. He is the middle child of three, with an older brother and a younger sister. His brother is married with two sons, and his parents are also still married to each other. Too bad if you wanted a Mummy Blog with step-drama, because there isn’t any anywhere here.
There’s our son. Henceforth known as Monkey Nut, because we’ve been calling him that practically from birth. I’m not a fan of nicknames, which is a large part of the reason why we gave Monkey Nut a name that is difficult to nickname or shorten without sounding like a complete prat (people have managed it anyway, though), but this particular pet name is one that stuck. Don’t think for a moment that I’m not going to crack it with anyone in real life who tries to use it, though. Some things belong to the parents alone, and that pet name is one of them.
Monkey Nut is almost fourteen months old and is either the sweetest kid on Earth or the devil incarnate, depending on his mood at the time. Ignatius and I are both convinced that he’s brilliant, but we’re his parents so we’re allowed to think that.
Then there are the cats. He is Squishy, and a complete boofhead who is far too noisy, far too aggressive towards our other cat, and also a complete sook. She is Princess, the gentlest most passive creature imaginable, who has a really bad habit of piddling on anything fabric-esque that is left on the floor.
At some point there may be another child, but so far, no.
If I happen to write something in this blog that you don’t like… deal with it. Or stop reading. I have no intention of sugar-coating anything. End disclaimer. Otherwise, enjoy!