the whys and reasons for starting yet another blog

There's certain expectations involved when you're a Mrs (or a Mr) and so you try to shape yourself to what society says you should be.

I should be washing the bed sheets. Yes, I know. But one more cup of tea first, Okay? And yes, I should fill my house with the comforting smell of a slow cooking stew. And perhaps I should be washing up the dishes. And then I best make sure I'm clean, tidy and shaven before my ever loving partner in life returns home from that tedious place most people call work.

But there comes a point when you wake up in the morning and you ask yourself - "Why must I be and do and act out all of these things and tasks and chores?"

Because that's what is expected.  It's not because the world will end if heaven forbid you rebel and decide you're going to prance around the house singing and dancing to Aretha Franklin on full blast (yes, in your pyjama shorts with unkempt hair - it wouldn't be the same any other way) until the joyful time of collecting the kids from school comes around.

I'm a keen blog reader. I love reading those blogs... You know the ones where they get at least 60 comments per post and they've reviewed an endless array of make-up or posted a tutorial on how to revamp your laundry room so it looks super fresh when really all it does is make you pity your self because you know your washing machine is in a tight space in the kitchen.  That kitchen where the paint is chipping off and there's oil spills and fat plastered to the wall.

Living up to the realisation that you are not that domesticated goddess you're suppose to be has consequences.  The blogging world is full of these admirable women who make life look so sunshiny and when you compare your lousy self to them you can't help but beat yourself up for not being better.

So I introduce my latest blog. A blog that highlights the reality of life for the less than organised mothers, wives and creatives. The ones who go to the shop in their slippers and have an endless to-do list and mucky faced children.

I'm not just Mum. I'm Leanne *smiles*.