When My Blog Became the Class Hamster

OK, you probably know this, already, but just in case you don’t: I love my blog. It’s young and small, but it’s growing into something of which I can be proud. I would say it’s like my third child, but honestly, it’s so much easier to deal with than either of my children or anyone else’s I know. It does what I tell it to do for one thing.

No: my blog is more like a pet. I love it and look after it. It’s kind to me in return. In fact, it reminds me a lot of the hamster I had when I was 13. He was called Lancelot. His successor was called Grimsdyke, and if you can work out the connection between their names I’ll be super-impressed with you! Where was I? Oh yes, basking in a tenuous metaphor. As I did with Lancelot, I tend to the blog in the day, make sure it’s clean and tidy and go to bed knowing it will do its own thing for 12 hours or so (although I must say that the blog keeps me up at night a lot less than that bloomin noisy hamster used to).

But it occurred to me as I woke up the other morning that my blog was in danger of ceasing to be the lovely Lancelot and turning into one of those poor class hamsters that get prodded and poked by reception children all year round and then looks all forlorn as the school holidays approach and no one wants to take him home. No one wants the class hamster to die on their watch. It happened to my friend once. It was not nice.

As I prepare to go on holiday with the Boos (for a whole two weeks – the first time we’ve done that since Sissyboo was born nearly 6 years ago and the second time in the almost 19 years The Grumposaur and I have been together), I’m worried about my little hamster, I mean blog, gasping its last while I’m away.

Because I’m a bit of a control freak/not very organised/feel my blog is intensely personal/am too shy to ask, I haven’t approached other guest bloggers to post on Premmeditations while I’m away. Nor have I done what I intended to do and written a load of posts in advance to schedule while we’re off in Devon. (I’ve been too busy burying myself with the Boos and burying myself with work so that I can go to Devon for that.) I managed two.

We do have wi-fi where we’re going so that The Grumposaur can work. But I am determined not to take my laptop with me, partly because I suspect that there won’t be room for me, let alone it, in the car when the packing’s done, and partly because I know if I take my laptop I’ll end up working and I really don’t want to do that.

I could just draft posts on my phone – most of my posts start life that way – but I hope and suspect that there will be far fewer places to hide and secretly blog in the holiday cottage we’re renting than there are when I’m at home. And honestly, if I spend any more time in the bathroom, someone’s going to call 111.

So for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to see how things go. I am going to try to get a couple of posts up a week, including Good News Friday, and hope you lovely folks don’t desert me in the meantime. I really want this little hamster, I mean blog, to last the summer.

16 thoughts on “When My Blog Became the Class Hamster

  1. Mum in a Hurry (@mum_in_a_hurry)

    Your readers will be here when you get back! They understand that you need a break. If you need guest posts I’m sure there would be some willing to chip in. I would be happy to, although not sure what I’d write about…. Not done a guest post before.

  2. Mummy Zen

    Yes, of course your readers will still be here when you get back, even if there’s a gap in posts while you’re enjoying your family holiday. I often take a break when we go away as it takes quite a lot of organisation and time to write and schedule posts or even arranging guest posts. Make the most of your time away and we will see you back here when you return ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Thanks lovely. Blog was a bit of an itch I ended up having to scratch while away. But we had a good time. Looking forward to catching up on your blog now I’m back!

  3. Orli D

    So first thing’s first. I cannot leave a challenge unanswered. Is the connection the movie Doctor in Clover, which was based on on the novel by Richard Gordon? I hope so. I so want someone to be impressed with me.
    Second of all, have fun on your vacation! Your blog will be here (with its reader) when you come back full of stories and (hopefully) sunshine ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Just realised I responded to this on Twitter and not on the blog. Yes, the link is the Doctor in the… books. I read them in my early teens (strange one, me)…

  4. Jax Mully

    We’ll all be here when you get back! I felt the same way when I went on vacation for a week. I thought I would lose everyone, but when I came back I had 4 more followers and a lot to say. The break was a good way for me to regroup and refocus. Have a great holiday – enjoy! ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Thank you. As you can see, the blog ended up being something I couldn’t quite leave alone when I was away, but I did manage not to reply to any comments :-/ I think I have even more to say too.

  5. True Growth Parenting

    I’ll definitely be here when you get back! I really enjoy your posts and wouldn’t forget about you just because you go all quiet for a while…kinda like my guinea pig I had when I was twelve. Even when he went all quiet for a bit, I’d still go and check in on him!
    Have a wonderful holiday with your family, it will be good for all of you…and they’ll appreciate you not taking your computer even more than you can imagine.
    Safe and happy travels.

    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Thank you so much. What a lovely comment. Well, I ended up blogging a bit (just to get some things off my chest) but I did it unobtrusively on my phone. My kids definitely appreciated the absence of a laptop or Mummy’s work. I may have to change my avatar to a guinea pig now ๐Ÿ™‚


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