I know I said I'll be writing in my blog regularly. But a couple of bad days undermined my plans. Maya, my baby-girl is sick, I had my medical problems also...plus, I didn't feel like writing here, because of the state of mind I'm in. I hope it'll pass and I'll be back soon.

Short entry

I don't have a lot of time for writing in the mornings, or for something else, apart from attending to Maya's needs. In a moment I have to feed her her second breakfast, she usually drinks a bottle of milk when she wakes up (8 o'clock approximately), and then at about 10 o'clock she'll have her breakfast. After that, we go out to the park or to run errands. Today I have to take my new glasses from the optometrist, but we have to wait a bit more before we go out because yesterday evening we had here the Lag B'Omer fires and we have to wait until the smoke clears up. Here it is a link from Wikipedia about this Jewish holiday:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lag_Ba%27omer
So that's for now. I guess I'll continue in the evening, after I'll put Maya to sleep.

Beginning

Well, when I first wanted to start a blog, I thought "shanti mama's home" would be a nice name, like a place where I could come to fell calm and relaxed. But things have changed the moment Maya, my daughter, entered my life, and there wasn't any "shanti" in our home.
Time have passed, I've changed and somehow I decided that I still need my blog, trying to recreate the shantiness that I had. So I'll come here to unwind, maybe, to write about my life . The truth is, I am very lonely. Here I am. A 43 years old housewife, former journalist, former teacher, now a big nothing. I feel sometimes that I have no power, that things happen I cannot control anything. So maybe when I'll come here I will be able to feel the power that I have over mylife, at least, even if it means bragging about what an unfortunate person I am, what a cruel fate I do have.
People write blogs to share recipes, life styles, ideas, people write blogs because, like myself, they are lonely, I think, and feel the need to share their lives and thoughts with other. That is what I intend to do, anyway. Because nobody listens to me in the real world. Not my grown up boy, not my baby girl, not my husband. So maybe here I can live the ilussion that somedody listens.
I have to go now. Duty calls. And my daughter is threatening me that "I'll erase it, mama".