Flipping through the pages of my favourite magazine, I stumbled across an advertisement for Halle Berry’s first scent. A beautiful picture of a beautiful woman. Admittedly, I don’t understand celebrity endorsed perfumes. I mean, who wants to smell like someone else? But what really caught my attention here was the claim:
Hoping it would all be over within a few days, I didn’t really mind to get my mail a few days later than expected. But with the strike going on and with no solution in sight, I am getting more and more annoyed by the whole scenario.
In the past 6 months, I had about 20 hours completely to myself. 20 hours without responsibility for little L. 20 hours to switch off and think about what I wanted to do with my life. It might not sound much, but I managed to build castles in the air during those 20 hours. Once […]
Being a mum is a dirty business: Runny poos, stinky poos, small poos, big poos. We’ve seen it all, smelt it all and got over and done with it. So why is it, that our so called strong men make such a fuzz about it? Pah! Douchebags!
Yummy Mammy is moving house. Stuck in boxes, bags and the usual chaos that comes with a move. Like: why is the van too small? And: where have all the boxes gone? Or: why on earth do I have so much stuff? So when YM asked for guest posts on her blog to keep at […]
The loyal reader might be surprised to find a post like this on Met Mum’s blog – especially as I publicly admitted to be crap at all things housewifish. On said confession, my friend Emily commented: ‘Are you kidding??? You are a kick ass housewife!’ Thank you, Emily, it’s really nice of you to say that, but it just ain’t true. What I indeed do know is when to get my act together and pour all my energy into this one, oh so important event. Such as Big M’s birthday breakfast.
Just in case you thought a trip to the supermarket with kids would be exhausting… Thank you Derrick Soo at Net Buzz for spotting this! And I promise to leave him at home next time. As soon as my back ache is under control again, I promise to stop pulling up more nonsense. But for […]
Ever wondered what got you into all that trouble?
Since becoming a mother, my days have been filled with much more housewife stuff than they used to be. In my childless, naïve and slightly illusive mind, I had envisioned channelling all my energy into looking after the baby, the husband and our home, once I had left that high-profile but mundane city job behind me. Our spotlessly clean house would smell of freshly baked bread, baby food would be cooked by myself and every night there would be a healthy and delicious dinner awaiting Big M when he’d come home. HAHA.
In the six months since little L’s birth, I have barely been separated from my precious baby girl. There have been about ten evenings where I nipped out for an hour or two, leaving Big M behind to keep a close eye on the baby monitor. An easy task, as little L usually doesn’t wake until the wee hours, once mummy has tucked her in and kissed her good night. Then there have been about six times she spent an hour in the gym crèche, guarded by the lovely Jane and her staff. But all of a sudden, little L decided not to like staying there anymore, and Met Mum had to be called to her rescue via the intercom. So there it went, my tiny bit of me-time.