Carrie Bradshaw eat your heart out.

I’ve just realised how blogging makes me feel like I’m in Sex and the City. Seeing my words appear on the screen is just like seeing Carrie’s Manhattan musings. I feel like I should insert something witty or perhaps a rhetorical question here?

My life is nothing like Sex and the City. I live in Denver. I wear old clothes that don’t fit very well on my post-baby body. I have a messy house and I never go out to eat because I have a toddler who terrorises restaurants and a baby who goes to bed at 6.30pm. And I have nothing to wear to go out to dinner anyway. Most of my clothes are actually covered in dinner.

But still, I can channel a little bit of Carrie as I sit here tappety tapping because I scraped my hair up into a topknot and for once it looks just a tiny bit good.

I’ll take that.



So f*#^ing tired

I know, I know. We’re all tired. But today tiredness is coming out of my eyeballs. Well, it feels like that anyway.

And the incessant “mummy, mummy” is driving me totally nuts.

Deep breath. And another. And another.

We went out for a playdate. We made muffins (they’re baby-friendly ones made without sugar and they’re pretty good). We completed the first stages of making bugs out of an egg box. But I’m out of steam now. And the toddler won’t nap. Arrrrghhhh!

I’m using the TV as a babysitter and counting down the minutes until daddy gets home. And writing a really boring blog post. Just another day in the mumorama household. Sigh.


Mama is sick

Yes, mummy is sick today and currently laying in bed. It’s pretty nice to tell you the truth – I don’t get to do this often. And with the clock change last night I’ve already had an extra hour’s sleep. Minus the hour spent soothing the little one’s teething pain. I suppose the two balanced themselves out, but it feels like there was some kind of bonus in there somewhere.

Another great offshoot of being ill is that I’m writing my first blog post. This very one. Well, not strictly my first because I had another blog a while ago but after a few posts I couldn’t be bothered. Or I had a baby or something.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about blogging for a while and now that I have this illness enforced free time, I’m actually doing it. Every sick bowl has a silver lining.

Realising I can do it from my phone means that hopefully this venture will continue. Although for what purpose I’m not entirely sure. Oh internet, what a funny old world you have created.

That’s it for today. Ta-da!