My little genome is just over 2,5 years old now (31 months), and the tiniest tyrant that ever… tyranned?
After lockdown and everything, we finally saw a Health Visitor today to check her height and weight, and she’s dropped another percentile. She’s now on the 2nd centile for weight and below all the centile lines for height. My tiny tyrant! They’re not worried though as she’s full of energy, hitting all her milestones, and of an average BMI. So, she’s just petite.
So, how tiny is she? 81 centimetres tall and weighs 10,3 kilos (22 lbs 11 oz).
I’m saving a fortune in clothing! Is what I should be saying… but the truth is that while she keeps the same size for a fair amount of time, she still needs new stuff for the seasons. And… I might be buying extra things just because they’re cute. You try to resist buying cute clothes for your child, I dare you! (Or maybe you just have more self-control than I do, that is also highly possible.) I spend more money buying clothes for her than I do myself, easily.
So, the two weeks of my writing group’s little NaNo Boot Camp have finished, and well… I think we can safely say that I’m not quite ready for NaNo in November! I didn’t manage to write 21,000 words in two weeks, although I wasn’t too far off.
It’s possible that I would have hit the target, had the tiny tyrant not decided to have a few evenings of not going to sleep until it was so late that I struggled to squeeze any words out. With that in mind, I don’t see how I could manage to do NaNoWriMo, since I can’t see her having a full month of going to bed in a reasonable time.
Still! This is more words than I would have written in these two weeks normally, so I still consider it a win! I’m now in the final part of my latest story, and I’m quite looking forward to writing the end game. I just hope this tired mum-brain hasn’t forgotten some plot thread somewhere and left it hanging!
Next week, I’m hoping to get into some sort of routine/posting schedule on this new blog. But, knowing me, that won’t happen. See above paragraph. Tired mum-brain and routines/schedules don’t mesh well.
Chaos. I’d say I thrive in it, but it’s more of a necessary survival strategy at this point. How other writing parents get anything done, I honestly do not know. But then, I also do not know how any parent gets anything done ever. So, there’s that. (Told you this wasn’t the blog of a put-together mum who has all her ducks in a row. I lost my ducks a long time ago, and if I’m lucky, I might find one chewed up behind the couch in the future.)
My first week of our two-week NaNo Boot Camp went better than expected! I hit my targets and after seven days I was right on track for the 21k end goal. Then the tiny tyrant decided that bedtime was a terrible thing and should no longer happen.
So… Today, day eight… I’ve written all of 0 words.
I will try to knock a few out at least before bedtime, but I’m definitely not hitting any targets. Fingers crossed that the tiny tyrant starts going to bed on time again so I can catch up over the next few days. I really want to hit the target, because if I do my current WIP will either have its first draft finished or nearly finished. Come on! Let’s do this!
Side note:Also, I realise things are rather quiet around here. I will try to have some semblance of a posting schedule come October after this writing challenge is finished.
In preparation for (possibly) entering NaNoWriMo in November, my writing group has arranged our own little NaNo Boot camp. It’s a lighter version where we’re writing 21k words in 14 days. (Which averages out at 1500 words per day.)
As a mum with a tiny tyrant… This may or may not be an achievable goal. But there are no gains without trying, right?
If nothing else, any writing I do during these two weeks will probably be more writing than I would have done. So, really – it’s a win-win situation.
After a lot of humming and hawing, I decided that I should start fresh with a new blog. Let’s do it right this time!
The focus of the blog will be… about as focused as a mum can be, so not very focused at all, I’m afraid. You will be subjected to:
my idle thoughts
my adventures (and misadventures) as a mum of a tiny tyrant
how I deal (or not) with having chronic pain and fatigue
updates on my (not quite as prolific as I’d like) writing
possibly images of pets
anything else under the sun I might come up with
Does that sound about as disjointed as I think it does? Well, that’s what you get here at MelancholyMummy. Disjointed thoughts from a (very) tired mummy. You see, the tiny tyrant mentioned above – she thinks sleep is overrated. Me? I love sleeping. Maybe when she’s a teenager I can exact my revenge. It will be ever so sweet.
But, I digress (I do this a lot). Let’s get this show on the road! Welcome to MelancholyMummy!