The beginning...

Well, off to a false start already.  
After overcoming formidable opposition to me even opening a blog account earlier today, (think "Mummy...insert random comment here" multiplied 300 times),  I have attended to my family obligations (phoned my mum!) this evening and, finally, FINALLY parked my backside in front of the computer ready to write my first blog.  Oh yessss!
Or rather, NOOO!!!  My 3 year old (fast asleep since 18.30) has, somehow, psychically, cottoned onto my, probably quite poorly concealed intention, to DO SOMETHING FOR MYSELF WHICH REQUIRES...sorry (cyber shouting)...which requires a little bit more thought and attention to detail than is usually necessary.  
So, as I was saying, I 've finally parked my backside when the plaintive cries begin and the worrying cough that, for the past 5 days has preceeded some heroic vomiting, starts to infiltrate my consciousness.  
Now, I think that I am pretty much 'down' with the parenting thing - and by 'down' I don't mean depressed, I mean that I think I have a pretty good idea of what its about and what I can expect (at this particular stage of parenthood). So, I know, that my plan to sit down and blog may not go to ...plan.  However, I think the fact that, internally, MY inner 3 - 13 year old kicked off when I heard those cries, probably means that this blog signifies something quite important to me, else why did I feel so frustrated at the interruption when I was only 3 minutes into the process?
I'm happy to report to those of you who may have felt compelled to call Social Services, at the suggestion that 'this' comes before a potentially poorly child, that he is OK - he just needed a drink and some Piriton for his itching chicken pox spots.  What, can I say?  Its been a hard week - I'd probably benefit from some Piriton myself - it really knocks you out doesn't it?  But..I really want to do this. 
 I've promised my inner preschooler / teenager (she really runs the gauntlet of developmental issues) a slice of cheesecake later if she would just put a sock in it and stop having a tantrum just because our creative writing session was put on hold for a real, actual childs needs...So, where was I?
I'm not sure whether what I am writing actually constitutes 'creative writing' (if anyone wants to look up a dictionary definition then feel free).  I think its just about me creating something - other than the 2 beautiful, rather smelly boys that I created with my husband back in 2006 and 2009 (they are my best creations so far).
I've been feeling somewhat dissatisfied since birth (seriously!) and that feeling seems to have intensified again recently - if you look at what I have got on the table you would be forgiven for giving me a big slap and telling me to wake up and smell the proverbial.  I have everything that I could possibly wish for - a great husband, 2 lovely children, a home, a family, and good friends. I have my health, a brain that works well enough to hold down, what is thought to be, quite a challenging job and we don't go to bed at night worrying about where the next meal is coming from. 
How does all that fit in with me creating something? Well, ever the trawler of any material that could be constituted as belonging to the 'what the fuck is the matter with me?' genre, I recently read something which struck a bit of a chord. 
This material (which will remain nameless and sourceless as I am not sure about copyright laws etc ) suggested that, as humans beings, there is a big emphasis on personal fulfillment derived  from 'having' things.  I know, I know - no big life shattering news there!  This reading material then went on to suggest that personal fulfillment would perhaps be best derived from 'creating' things.  It set me thinking - what do I create?  I can tell you, I was pretty hard pushed to identify anything that I have created, or taken pleasure from creating recently...and I felt pretty low about that.
So, I asked myself 'what am I good at, what did I used to enjoy doing'?  I'm a 42 year old woman...and I am struggling to answer that question.  
My eureka moment (god, hope they are not copyrighted!) was not particularly massive (no surprises there) but, it was something.
Friends and acquaintances, past and present, have regularly passed comment that I have a  way of describing/discussing things that is, at times, a little bit funny - see, I am not going to blow my own trumpet too much.  Now, I don't know if this is true but, its something to work with.  Sadly, I don't have the plethora of frankly, shit dates that I used to go on to use as my platform for storytelling.  But, I have my life, as it is now, to write about and be creative with.
See what you think.
He's coughing again - better go.