My sordid past life

So I used to have a blog, and I have decided to ditch it for this here blog, which will include neither detailed analysis of my sex life, nor detailed analysis of arguments with my partner (we all know there is no point to them anyway- I am always in the right). Why? Alas, he has requested it be so. Sorry! I know, I know. I enjoyed the juice too but we can't all be complete smut whores and truth be told, becoming a mother has kind of... oh God, I am loathe to say it.... it's brought out the more conservative side in me. I didn't even know it was THERE a few years ago, but shit, it really is guys. There is a responsible, sensible, respectful, no-swearing-around-the-kids mumsiness about me these days that I never in my wildest nightmares believed existed. And so, the natural consequence of this new-found conservativism is that I am also hanging around with a lot of other conservative people. How mortifying then to think of the horror in the faces of my new potential friends after having read my post about The Dripping Cum incident or The Day The Dog Found The Used Condom And Took It Out To The In-Laws. No, it's better this way. It really is.
I really did want to call my blog Two Roads and that is because, since the day I read a love letter addressed to my eldest brother from his ex-girlfriend*, I have been completely smitten with a poem I found scribbled at its conclusion:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

I have since that day been in two minds about the poem. I have been both excited at the prospect of where my chosen "road" will lead me and painfully saddened at the idea of never finding out what the other road may have offered. Each of us philosophises about this, I'm sure. And really, we face these two roads every day of our lives. But Frost's words resonate through the fibre of my being and I come back to this poem with all of life's big decisions.
So a little about me before I sign off for the night:

My name is Nell
My family (partner and three delicious children) have recently moved from Brisbane to the Sunshine Coast Hinterland
I am 29 years old (just!)
My two greatest passions are my children and my singing
I am a qualified ESL teacher, back at uni learning to teach primary school kids
My partner is developing his own software company, and working from home
We have three chooks, one of whom is definitely about to die

The purpose of my blog will be to "let off steam", to muse about the art of parenting (its ups and downs), and just to document my journey from this point in time. I would also like to include pictures of my no-dig garden as it progresses from a pile of smelly compost into a fabulous, colourful and (hopefully) edible oasis of lerrrrrrrrrv!!

For now, my precious morsels, I bid you adieu and look forward to our next rendez-vous.

Bisous
xx



*I was not invited to do so- very very naughty!