The daily adventures of a list-obsessed, oversharing, active first-time mum
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A long time ago a friend pointed out how I described myself on social media and my blog. I had described my role to other people before my own identity came through. For example a wife, and mother, and then me. I didn’t come first. It was quite eye opening. Given that my blog is very much all about me and my journey, it was interesting to see that when it came to introducing myself that I didn’t come first.
Even now, the little blurb under my photo is the sidebar on the right says this: [...]
Last year I started doing a month-by-month video capturing one second every day. I posted it every month, finally culminating in the 2017 year in review video.
It was so good I decided to do it again this year. I got some friends hooked in the meantime as well!
The difference is this year I’m only going to post them quarterly. It just means there’s more to watch in one hit, and it’s more interesting. Well, at least I think so anyway. I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts. [...]
When Mario and I planned our wedding I learned it’s not possible to keep everyone happy. In the 6 weeks since L has been born I’m learning the same lesson again.
Tonight I find myself sitting with a serious case of guilts and unease.
To my friends, my family and my husband:
I’m sorry.
I’m trying to respect your wishes, and your desires. I’m going to do the same for others. And in the course of that I’m going to piss some of you off.
Please know that none of it is intentional. [...]
There’s a difference between regretting something, and just acknowledging you’re an idiot. I don’t have many regrets (none that spring to mind right now anyway). Yet there are times that I can admit I said/did things that were pretty dumb. Really dumb.
Let’s get real. I needed future me to come and give me a big slap in the face.
Ohhhhh how I had no idea.
I have this one on my blog even. It’s documented there for everyone to see! At the time everyone kept saying “just you wait”, but I was too caught up in my emotion at the time. It was just bloating you idiot-from-the-past! Now, I’m genuinely stuck with fatty back bums and fluid filled nether regions. My back looks like I have gills. My butt has its own post code, and could actually be a sufficient spot to store away another two babies. When I was complaining, I still fit my jeans back then! What an unappreciative idiot. [...]