My soapbox

I love my little soapbox
It comes everywhere with me,
It lets me climb up on it
And loudly lecture thee.

I keep it in my pocket
To pull out when there is need,
But look, there is nobody
To listen to my creed.

I like to think my voice
Is special, do you hear,
But I think I should say sorry
Since I’ve caused many a tear.

Some have cried in laughter
At the ideas that I have said,
But others have not, and so
I really should just go to bed.


Long Pause

Well it’s been a while since I’ve even thought about this blog, parenting and working got in the way, and now I have an almost 2 and a half year old girl – Berry – and a 4 month old boy – Monster, though he is anything but.

I’ve decided to have another crack at this as second time round really makes you think about what things worked first time round, which didn’t and which things matter now a bit further down the road.

After a recent experience in social media I’m left wondering if I have a worth while opinion, and if I give it too often unsolicited. Isn’t that part of what social media is about. So now I’m thinking I’ll bloviate here where it is my space and you are duly warned.

However, mostly I’ve come back here so I can explore some of the things that have me perplexed right now. Mostly parenting, but a bit of other stuff thrown in for good measure. I’d love to engage in conversation with others, but I doubt anyone else will read this. Anyway it’ll give me an outlet at 4 in the morning.