Aftereveningnoon, readers! It’s evening here in the UK; the sky is dark, the baby is down for her nap, and dinner is cooking downstairs. All in all, it’s the perfect time to zonk out and relax. Of course, I’ve not done any of my blogging yet, so slacking is slightly put off (I say as I load up The Sims on my other computer… ah well!).

Today, my thoughts drift and center around parenting and all that lot. I’m a parent; my daughter is now 13 months and starting to become interesting. I’ve always wanted to be a parent to the exclusion of everything else – I think careerists are queer, I think the wealth-wanting are disturbed, and as for those who are willingly child-free… I’m working on understanding it, because I strongly believe that everyone should live the life that makes them happiest.

Now, with the caveats out of the way (because really, I don’t like stepping on toesies if I can help it!), I have to say that having achieved what I desire most in my life, I don’t feel like there’s bells and whistles and trumpets. I don’t feel that it’s some movie-moment drama scene, but then, I didn’t feel that at moving across an ocean, marrying, etc – I really think that people make too much of a big damned deal out of everything. That’s why so many parents hate parenting, and why children can’t be trusted for something as simple as watching their siblings (apparently). Too many people think that it should be some magical, life-consuming/vindicating event, and then find out that no, it’s just poop and flab. *laughs* Too many feel robbed because these big moments (as the media insists that they are) are just… things. Things that happen, like any other thing. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t awesome and great, but just that people have some ridiculous and hilarious expectations of… well… everything? 😉

As for me, being a parent is what I’ve always wanted – I’ve said that already. And yet, you’ll not hear me drone on about it. Why? Because that’s not the only thing that defines me, and I refuse to let it be the only thing that defines me. That way lies madness and resentment, and I like being tolerant of my squalling bratinka. And by that token, I don’t let me hobbies bracket me (as much as this writing/blogging thing continues to grow on me), or do I let my job, which is awesome, rule my life. Balance – get some!

And that, I think, is enough random blather today. And, if you want your fill on the go (har har), I’ve decided to make myself a public Twitter account. I don’t have anything set up there yet, so y’know… watch that space or something!