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.
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I have been incredibly lazy busy recently doing nothing saving the world. Instead of picking up my lovely awards, presenting them in all their shining glory and bowing gracefully to the generous folks that awarded me, I shoved them into the cupboard. Time to get them out.
It’s official now. The leaves are falling, temperatures barely climb over the 20C mark and scarves, gloves and hats are back on the menu. It’s autumn! One thing that really cheered me up recently is… gardening. Maybe it’s because I am a mum now, that I find these things appealing. The whole philosophy of the circle of life, the old making space for the new, the deep connection between life and death. Or maybe I am just getting old.
In a recent comment-conversation, the lovely Rose said: ‘Oh I envy little L, I imagine she has a great wardrobe of clothes!’ I had to think about this, because a) yes, she does (thanks to her generous grandma, little L is sporting Ugg Boots, pink Ralph Lauren corduroys and a white Petit Bateau hooded jacket in the picture above) and b) I envy her myself, because she’s better dressed than me. Realising this kind of hurt, but it’s the truth and it’s time to face it: I am a slummy mummy.
Little L will turn six months next Thursday. Time to start weaning your baby – as recommended by The Department of Health. However, we started to wean her at about 20 weeks. In contrary to my insecurities regarding how to breastfeed my baby, I made this decision based on a little research, a lot of gut feeling and closely watching my baby. In the end it was her who gave me all the clues that breast (only) is no longer best