Thank you for coming, thank you for reading as I empty out the contents of my head. I'm very grateful to you for being kind enough to listen and maybe even comment. I appreciate it. I really do. I never knew how much I'd come to rely on this place to keep me sane, keep my perspective on life as a working mum and also a human being.
It's easy to forget about the people that read this, but if you didn't I wonder if I would write it. Probably. But thank you anyway.
Let me tell you about It's a Mummy's Life.
You know when you've had the sort of day, that starts off like mine did yesterday, but it might include being thrown up on, cleaning a whole plate of food up off the floor, negotiating with a toddler over wiping her bum because she's done a poo and will never do it properly herself.
You melt when the baby cuddles you, you despair when she covers herself and the walls in orange food. You watch in awe as the toddler cuddles the baby, then shout at her when the cuddle turns into a headlock and the baby starts crying.
You might have an argument with your husband over who was driving the car they day you got a fine. You shout at the telly because Eastenders' plot lines are SO SHIT and then you swiftly forget about that as you hear the monitor crackle into life and the baby's cry reverberate around the room.
And just before you go to bed, you recall the day's events and you just smile to yourself and you say 'It's a mummy's life I guess'.
This mummy's life is made better by having a place to write the nonsense in my head, to stop it building up pressure cooker like until it bursts out in an unseemly mess of tears, guilt and joy.
Thank you for following, thank you for reading.
That's all.
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