The Kindy Kid

It is a big week in the Moller household – yesterday Daughter started school! The first day of school is always a big deal, but for us full time stay-at-home Mums, it is a huge deal. Don’t get me wrong I am not trying to lessen the emotions experienced by working Mums, but when you have spent almost every second with your child from the moment they were born the first day of school represents something more than the next miImagelestone in your little one’s life.

For me this has been a week of dramatically conflicting emotions. Firstly, Daughter is driving me crazy! She is completely and utterly ready for school, she is a sponge for information and she is literally sucking me dry. But of course, she is my little girl and watching her go off to school means that she will no longer be spending 24 hours a day in my care. Torn. That is how I feel.

And here is the worst part – for the first time in her life I am no longer going to be the major influence. Up until now, almost everything Daughter has learnt has been taught to her by me (and I guess I should give my hubby a little bit of a mention here too). I taught her the alphabet, how to dress herself, how to open a tub of yogurt, how to spell her name, how to skip and hop and jump. But now there are others whose job it is to teach my daughter, not to mention all her new found friends. And what about peer pressure and bullying and all the other influences out in the big wide world?

Stop. Deep breath. It is only the second day of Kindergarten!

The last few days emotions have run high in our household, but I am proud to say that neither Daughter nor I have shed a single tear over our separation. But the dramatic turns of this week aren’t over yet.Image

On Friday, not only will Daughter be heading off to her 5th day of Kindy, but Son will be going to his first day of preschool and then for the first time in over 5 years I will be left with 6 whole hours every week with no children in my care. Whether or not Son is ready for preschool remains to be seen, although he does finally seem to have gotten a handle on using the toilet (after a mammoth 15 months of toilet training it eventually sunk in, but that is fodder for another post!) I just have to cross my fingers and toes that he doesn’t decide to go into meltdown mode.

While I am here bothering to write a blog post I thought I would quickly update you all on how I am going with my Resolutions for 2012 (see here for the list) given that today is the last day of January. My attempts to watch 50 movies and read 50 books are well ahead of schedule, particularly the reading, in January I read 18 books! I have managed to keep up with my exercise too. In fact, the only thing that is lacking is writing. I have started editing Soul Hunter but really need to pull my finger out and get into it full-time. Perhaps it will give me something to do with those free 6 hours a week!

What about you? Have you kept up with your Resolutions? Have you experienced the emotional turmoil of sending a child off to school? Do you remember your own first day of school? I love to hear from you.

Jody Moller


Anything you can do, I can do better…

I’m a writer. Not an author (not yet anyway) but a writer nonetheless. It has taken me some time to come to terms with this fact, because (and anyone who knows me will back me up on this) writing is not something I had ever really aspired to. The main reason for this is that I sucked at English… like really sucked… in fact I hated the damn subject. It wasn’t because I hated books, I have always loved books and loved to read – I was one of those kids whose parents had to confiscate their torch to prevent them from reading all night – it was that I just didn’t like analysing the books. Or maybe to be more precise it was that I didn’t like having to agree with my teachers’ analysis of the books, I am and have always been a rather opinionated little soul. Anyway I am off topic.

I hated English and from the time I finished my creative writing paper for my Year 10 School Certificate exam until an especially unimportant day in June two years ago I didn’t write a single word of fiction. So why did I start writing, I hear you ask? The answer to that question is more than a little embarrassing…

Flash back to June two years ago and I have just finished reading the Twilight series for the third time (see I told you it was embarrassing) as I lower the final book to the coffee table I am struck by an epiphany… I can do what Stephenie Meyer has done. I mean, it’s not like the books are particularly well written, good characters, sure, and an interesting premise, but let’s face it in more than 1600 pages not much really happens. Stephenie Meyer wrote a book that has very little going for it other than an amazing male lead character that every female the world over is desperately in love with! I could do that.

Oh my God, how arrogant am I! So with my delusions of grandeur I come up with a rough plot and two days later the first words of my first novel are typed onto my laptop. But then the strangest thing happened I found that not only did I enjoy writing (in fact I flat out loved it) but it all came so easily – the words literally flowed out of my erratic brain and straight onto the page.

See the thing is (brace for more embarrassment) I talk myself, always have. I have pretend conversations in my head, all day, every day. The incredible thing is that this is exactly how I wrote my book – I talked to myself (often whilst vacuuming or ironing) then I wrote the bizarre and convoluted conversations down. Who would have thought that an attribute as deplorable as talking to oneself would actually come in useful?

So that, in a roundabout way, is the story of why I began to write… Hopefully it’s food for thought.

The Exasperated Novelist.