With 50 days since the wedding, 5 days to go to Christmas, 25 working days left until maternity leave and 1020 days until the dreaded 3-oh...I thought the time was ripe to discover the meaning of life. Lofty expectations for a simple 3rd time blogger, with a successful blog strike rate of...well...none (unless you count my mum following my travels around South East Asia as a success!).
I suppose the meaning of life (for this website) is to collate my discoveries from the best intelligence websites for mercenary mums to the strategies to keep the troops fed and marching, fortify the budget and quash the enemy onslaught (ie. the well meaning advice from the rellies!). I'd like to document my battles whether it be with the Mercenary Baby, Mr. Mercenary, my post-baby waistline, the leaking bank account or the torture techniques upon becoming a new mum (Waterboarding @ Guantanamo? HA! You haven't fought a colic-y baby, Post Natal Depression and sleep deprivation for 3 years straight!).
This is also a bit of a social experiment for me as well...I am not a particularly social person, and I am going to take 12 months maternity leave whilst all the people I know and occasionally socialise with continue to work, continue to carry on their baby-less lives. I am not a facebook addict, I don't twitter and I am not the religious mothers group attender...
So how does one such as me connect? Or feel connected? Well...I'll try blogging. I'll share my successes and failures with the www ether, and feel that although my only follower may be my mum...at least the entire IT literate world could stumble upon this blog and identify with my challenges and motivations.
Here goes nothing....
