Oh my life.
A busy month for us here at the mummy stops. We have moved house and been on our first ever big holiday with the baby. A break we desperately needed and how lovely it was to have “us time”. Firstly the move went quite smoothly. Delicious daddy was of course useless at packing but then arranging items and making the most of a tight space never was his strong point. We have a rule in our relationship being, I organise and he provides. And provides he does in every way he possibly can. Although before you are quick to offer too much praise do not think he’s the most perfect partner/father because he certainly isn’t! We used our virgin air miles (my virgin air miles) to upgrade to first class on our flight. He was more than happy to opt for seats apart on the 7 hour flight. The baby was amazing flying and once she had drunk her milk she slept the whole way without a peep. She slept spread out on MY first class fresh laundered bed. I was so cramped in the corner that I couldn’t even watch a movie. I did not even get the chance to look at the food menu. But of course I did make some room for 2 glasses of champagne. So being the caring partner, I’ve sorted the baby and now I feel I should check on Delicious Daddy and make sure he has everything he needs for the long flight ahead. And oh does he…..
King Daddy has had he’s bed laid out and beautifully prepared by the equally beautiful air hostess. He looks as if he’s even been tucked in (wearing his complimentary virgin Atlantic pyjamas) sipping on a glass of Chianti and ordering duck and steak from the menu. I hate him right now. MY first taste of a first class flight using MY points from MY travel and nothing is MINE!
It is the hardest job in the world being a mummy and it comes with a stomach full of guilt at times. Times when your baby is teething and the only thing you can do to make it better is offer hugs, kisses and plenty of affection. Or when your baby has trapped wind and you try desperately hard to rub that little pain from her belly. The one (just one so far) time when my chunky monkey rolled off the sofa last week and the times when she throws her dummy onto dirty supermarket floors and the only disinfectant wipe we have is mummy’s mouth.
To all the people reading this right now if you’re a mummy you will understand and not be freaking out with horror. If you are not then keep your opinions to yourself, don’t call social services she is perfectly fit and well and go read something else!!
I spent some time with my cousin, her two year old baby and her husband recently. It occurred to me that eventually my little girl will start walking, talking, taking and will be constantly repeating the word NO! And I think she’s hard work now. I can’t wait….not! And I am pleased to announce that myself and my partner are not the only couple who enjoy watching strange documentaries on television about dating, dogging and what not!
So not much is happening work wise. Still have my own show down at the Radio Dacorum towers. And I have a few shoots lined up if I choose to take them. For the past year since I was pregnant I have been keeping a diary for my daughter. I try and write in her little book as much as I possibly can and I hope she will look back and appreciate it when she’s older! The company I write these articles for in New York have been kind enough to build me a website so I can place all my mummying horrors, tips and poor advice on the big worldwide web! So the early 5am typing/blogging sessions and the late night research will all finally pay off.
Where did my life go? What happened to me? I have had quite a few cravings to drink recently, usually at 3pm in the afternoon. I figure this must be the time when I shut down and want to stop playing mummy. I got a reality check yesterday whilst queued in a traffic jam. I looked at my surroundings. Sat in a pickup truck, messy, old parking tickets stuffed into the side door. A chewn up flyer, petrol receipts. Milk stains splashed on the leather seats. The sight of dangling toys in my rear view mirror. A year ago I had a plush car. A new, shiny nice smelling, cool looking convertible beamer. Now all I have is a baby carrier. And thank god one big enough to cart all her belongings around in. But as I’m sat in this smelly pit on four wheels I realise I get to share it with the best little person in the world. Sat in her rear facing car seat kicking the leather chair and making yet more scuff marks with her designer purple jo jo mama bebe birdie shoes and babbling away to the world whizzing past outside, smacking her dummy against her lips and blowing like it’s a musical instrument is my world. The sweet little pumpkin that we made! My life. My Beautiful life!