All posts tagged: slummy mummy

Roll up!

Ever wondered what happened to heated rollers? Wonder no more… I have sent Big M on a trip to self-discovery, a bit of grounding and a lot of yoga in Thailand (I know, what was I thinking), the babysitter has taken time off and is in Sweden and I… well, you have to keep yourself […]

The world’s easiest cupcake recipe

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.

I am a crap housewife

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.

Slummy mummy and the well-dressed baby

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.