Blogging?

So I am new to this blogging thing (obvioulsy) I do like to write but havn't found time to do it for a long time. I don't know why I chose blogging. Thought it would be cool to look back on. For me. For Elijah. Thought it might keep me sane. Thought, well actually I didn't really think. I just did. I always just do.
I am a full-time working mother of one. And a  wife. So really a mother of two. Sometimes of four. I have sibblings, two younger sibblings. And a mum, a single mum. So I have them, a lot. I always have.

I work in childcare, with babies, so everyday I go to work, look after eight children under fifteen months (including mine) and then return home to look after an eleven month old, extremely adventurous boy. Sometimes I think I must be nuts.
I used to like things like shopping, water skiing, going to the gym and being 'pampered'.
Pfft, not anymore. Now I like things like sewing, crafting and planning things, like parties.
But I never get to do these things, well not often. Instead I spend my spare time (haha) doing things like washing, vacuuming, wiping, changing nappies, cleaning up food, vomit, pee because he thinks he's clever taking his nappy off...
I love it, really, I do.
Just some days, like today, I don't.
And yet I want another baby, really badly.
I don't really know why, probably because I had a perfect (as perfect as being pregnant can be) pregnancy, labor and birth and mostly perfectly baby so far. I want a girl though, like I really badly, desperately want a girl.
Oh, I love my boy, he is prefect. and handsome. and smart. and I'm glad I had him first. But now I want my pretty, pink, bows and butterflies girl.
They say the male determines the sex; I say pressures on.

Hubby and I have been married for 6 months (01.10.11). We couldn't be any more different and yet we couldn't be anymore perfectly suited. We fight, like everyone. We make up. We disagree. We make up or at least agree to disagree. Hubby likes 'the simple life' he was bought up very different, minimalistic and very not-materialistic. I was the opposite, I got whatever I wanted; rich no, spoilt yes.

So my life revolves (well kind-of) around trying to give my son everything he could ever want, without spoiling him. Trying to make my house perfect (I swear I have OCD) and yet not spending too much money. Trying to plan gorgeous parties, on a budget, a shoe-string budget.
You see when I found out I was pregnant it was August, actually a week exactly before my grade 12 exams. Yeah those ones that count for like 50% of your final grade. So by the time I finished school in November I was 3 months pregnant. We didnt get much of a headstart before bub but now we're just doing it with him.

Anyway I like to think that despite only being nineteen, go on give me that look of disapproval; I have done as-good-as-any job of raising my child, I like to think that my maternal instinct, commitment, determination and dreams make up for age.

My name is Yakira. My husbands name is Emile. Our sons name is Elijah.
Oh and that is my aunty, we are very close :)