When it comes to work I sometimes find self-employment a little tricky. I’ve been a freelance Marketing Consultant for four years now (errm, how did that happen?) and have been lucky enough to include my blog in my job remit for the last one and a half years but sometimes I still feel like I’m playing at my career.
It’s taken 28 years, but I think I’m finally at a place where I feel happy with the clothes in my wardrobe. I know what I like, I know what I feel comfortable in and I know what (I think) looks good. I try to steer away from reverting to my ‘mumiform’ (more on that here) and I really have Gap to thank for sorting all my basics out in their sales.
I kind of like having my ‘mumiform’. The clothes I can, on days when I’m too tired/busy/stressed to wade through my cave of a wardrobe, just throw on in one combination or another and I know they’ll look good. And it not good, at least acceptable.
Do you have a ‘mum uniform’? You know, a default ‘look’ that you are able to reference on three hours sleep in the morning when the last thing you want to do is pick an actual outfit? I most definitely do, but it’s getting to that time of year when my Havaianas and optimistic sleeveless tshirts are no longer going to cut it.
I loved being pregnant.
OK, I didn’t. I really didn’t. I felt sick, exhausted, flat out ill. I never had the pregnancy glow, at least not without the help of a lot of make-up. I looked grey, had bad hair and could not stay awake. One of my lasting memories is that of me at three months pregnant, lying on the sofa.
L-R: Pipe Dreams, Lazy Giraffe, Molly Brown London, Paper and Chain
I am a big necklace fan. By which I mean I LOVE necklaces, and also like BIG necklaces. But as statement neckwear is not very appropriate when you’re in possession of a chest-headbutting baby who doesn’t have control of their own neck I’ve had to re-think my jewellery choices.
It is surprising how, once you give birth, your attitude to so many things changes. I was adamant this wouldn’t happen to me but it’s completely inevitable and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Since I have had my babies I feel hugely different about travel, working, family, keeping fit, food, friendships… so many things.
It’s no secret that I often wake up in the morning feeling like death: almost five months of broken sleep will do that to a gal. I’m lucky enough to have a great husband who often gets up with Elfie between 6.30-7 to let me lie in til 8 or so but I still never feel refreshed in the morning. Last night Hux woke at 12.30, 1.30, 2.30, 4.30 and Elfie woke at 6.10.