“Where have I been” you ask?
Well, did you miss me? Did you even notice I’d gone? As much as I’d love to step out on a stage, open my arms wide and scream “I’m Baaaaack” to thousands of adoring fans / readers / followers / stalkers before dropping the mic and throwing kisses to crowds (still considering the stage dive bit) the reality is just a tad more low-key, with likely shrugs, blank faces or worse …silence. It takes months, even years to build a ‘following’ and only a few weeks of disengagement to lose that following but that’s ok. I’m in a different place in my life now and no doubt, so are my readers; past, present and future.
I am now a Mum to teenagers, which means that all those lovely ‘Awww.. look how cute, affectionate, sweet, happy, clean, sweet-smelling, angelic and talented my kids are’ posts that you will find in the archives are now a distant memory. I read back on my #SmugMummy posts and even I want to punch me in the face! This teenage stuff is shite! That’s why there are hardly any ‘Mummy Bloggers’ writing about teenagers – because we are not supposed to tell ANYONE what we really think of teenagers. I love my own, and I have got a couple of decent ones but on the whole, teenagers are an overdramatic, verbally challenged group of arseholes! That’s right – I said it
I’m soon to be Wife again. I NEVER thought I would get married again, as it was not that long ago I was listening to angry girl music on full blast, smashing plates and cups into the kitchen sink and raging to anyone that was unfortunate enough to be within earshot, that marriage is a bloody stupid concept, outdated, financially fecked and it could kiss my angry girl arse.
My first marriage was on the whole a good one, until it wasn’t anymore. My hubby was my best friend who then became the man who I chased down the street hurling a hurricane of gravel, pebbles and anything else I could lob, before he dived into his car and locked the doors quick. We were absolutely fuming with each other yet still burst out laughing at the madness of it all. He then flexed his Fuck You fingers at me and sped away. Git! So, me and the sweet(ish) man from the early archives are now divorced, it was amicable during the moments when we weren’t trying to annihilate each other. Seven years on, we are now friendly and both happy in our new relationships. I’ve met his new Mrs – I like her and I genuinely wish them all the best in the world. My only regret is my broken toe – which wouldn’t have twatted the wall if the bastard hadn’t dodged.
My husband to be is a former squaddie, who is trying to adjust to a life with a family that don’t do as they are told, don’t arrive on time, don’t leave on time, don’t fold shit, don’t iron shit, and ultimately don’t take his shit. I can’t cook, cant talk mushy romantic stuff, cant move without creaking, cracking or needing medication and I am the laziest, most selfish bonk ever! I have no idea why this bloke is marrying into this family but he says he is happy as a pig in shit (He cant talk mushy, romantic stuff either), so I guess its his own lookout. I love him to bits though and can’t wait for the wedding later this year.
I first started writing That Welsh Blonde in 2006 as a column for the Denbighshire Free Press, moving to digital format in 2014. I won ‘Highly Commended’ in the Voice Blogger category in the national Amazon & Mumpreneur Awards just 7 months later. A few months after that, I got a new job and just simply stopped writing. It was a massively demanding job, physically, mentally and emotionally but I loved and devoted myself to it. Now though, I work from home and the stress factor is near zero. I now have the head and heart space to get my blog back online and trust me, I’ve got a lot to say; particularly when it comes to physical, mental and emotional health.
I am back with a brand new website which I hope you will enjoy, share and subscribe to. My blogs will continue to be an optimistic, light-hearted view on family and career but I will be featuring heavily on health. However, if you are looking for smoothie recipes – this is not the blog for you. If you are looking for running tips – this is absolutely not the blog for you. If you want honest, pull no punches information and relatable content on every feckin ‘ology that the NHS can pass you round then this is your hub baby so read on…