Christmas is coming....

There is no avoiding it, there is only month to go to get everything organised and if you have a large family this is no mean feat!

I have to say that pre children the best thing about Christmas was getting stonkingly drunk and more often than not wrapping as much tinsel in my hair as poss (my northern roots!) on Christmas Eve. I never felt guilty what so ever at all because it felt like everyone else my age was out and about doing exactly the same thing. Post hangover it was pure indulgence to take a proper, long break from work, knowing that I wasn't missing out on too much because at least half my industry would be doing the same thing. Bliss!

This year my children will be six and four years old on Christmas day and I think I'm just as excited as they are. I've done all my Christmas shopping and their presents are wrapped and in the loft, I do however have a huge problem with Father Christmas taking the credit for all my hard work.This weekend the tree goes up at home and next weekend we'll be watching the town lights being switched on and enjoying the Christmas tree festivals while quaffing mulled wine (for mummy not children.)

We've already put the Christmas decorations up in the shop (or should that be on the shop?) for a sneaky peak see Here

So, during this wonderful and quite possibly snowy run up to Christmas 2010, may I be the first to wish you all a Merry Christmas, even if it is a trifle early... Ho Ho Ho!!



Wordless Wednesday

The Return of a Mother's Long Lost Mojo

Once I was dynamic, once I was confident, once I took time for myself, once I was single and carefree. Then I got married and had children....

In my early twenties I longed for the security and love of a long term partner, not marriage and children necessarily, just somebody to share the ups and downs of life with. I met my now husband when I was 25 and my first daughter arrived when I was 30.

Up until that point I guess I lived a hedonistic lifestyle, with nobody to consider but myself and my partner, we both had well paid (if stressful) jobs, drove nice cars and indulged ourselves with sports bikes and all their associated accessories. Meals out were at least twice weekly and we did what we liked when we liked in our free time. My first child was a 'happy accident' and within seconds of the confirmation by the clever wee stick, a very much wanted one, but wow did my life change!

It took me nearly two years to get rid of my motor bike even though I never rode it again after finding out I was pregnant, my hobbies now revolved around child birth and child rearing, Frances Fisher as she had once been got lost somewhere following the summer of 2004.

I did suffer PND after the birth of my second child and it was coming out the other side of that, that made me realise how lost I'd been, and for how long. Despite this I've always been a confident mother, however this confidence it seems was to the detriment of all my other life 'confidences'. On the outside even those closest to me wouldn't have noticed but I could feel it deep, deep down inside me, niggling away all the time, telling me I couldn't do things, couldn't achieve anything and this was now my life FOREVER! 'Just' a Mother, I'm sure I'm not alone in this.

This year has seen a change in me, my children are a little bit older and require far less input from me on the more mundane aspects of child rearing and for the first time in years I started to feel like I had space in my brain for me!

I've always been a big reader (even that fell by the wayside for a few years!) And when I started again I started to think, 'I could write better than this' A real turning point for me. Maybe my novel won't be as good, maybe it will, but the fact that I've started has made me realise that in fact I am not getting older I am getting younger and slowly heading back to my 25 year old former self!

So for all of you who are reading this and thinking there is no light at the end of the tunnel, trust me there is, the mist will rise and like they say it's good to bang your head against a brick wall for a bit because it makes you realise how good it is when it stops....

Family Tree

Tweetie Twoo Gift Set Winner

As promised I'm pleased to announce that the winner of this gorgeous Grobag and Swaddling Blanket Gift Set is......

@timeformum

Congratulations, it'll be in the post asap.

If you didn't win this time don't worry I'm going to be doing more giveaways in the future and they will always include current followers of my blog.

Thanks again

Fran (BG) x

Competition - Give Away - Grobag Gift Set

Okay here's the deal my lovelies, I have an absolutely gorgeous Tweetie Twoo Grobag and Swaddling Blanket gift set to give away to one of the first 35 followers of this my new, entertaining mummy blog.

The gift set is part of the Gro Company family and contains a 0-6 months 2.5 tog Grobag and a co ordinating Gro Swaddling Blanket. It comes in a gorgeous presentation box and an outer cardboard box to protect it during postage! RRP is £34.99. There is a full product specification here Tweetie Twoo .

The competition will close as soon as the blog has 35 followers and I will select a winner at random, the result will be announced via Twitter and the winner notified via email.... Happy retweeting!

Why would I want to be a 'Scummy Mummy' ?

Okay, so in my last blog entry I had what could be called, 'a bit of a pop' at so called 'Yummy Mummys' today is the turn of the 'Scummy Mummy'.

The Scummy Mummy for me isn't that different to the Yummy Mummy in many ways. They are both self indulgent and have lost their way some how. I think for the sake of this entry we can eliminate those who (like myself) have suffered from any level of PND. And also those who might have succumbed to a little scumminess during those first few heady days of getting ones head around another small, very dependent human needing caring for.

For the purpose of this blog I am talking about sane, capable women who choose, yes it is a choice ladies, to not get dressed or as I have witnessed, to actually do the morning (and in one case the afternoon!) school run in their pyjamas.

I just can't understand why anyone would want to sit around in their night clothes during the day, surrounded by discarded baby stuff, empty cups and no doubt encrusted cereal bowls. Also for the record I don't think Jeremy Kyle is the best influence in motivating the Scummy Mummy, it's a scheduling winner for the TV station!

I'm not judging the Scummy or the Yummy Mummy on her ability to mother her children, on an individual basis both fare well I'm sure, my opinion is about their ability to look after their own well being alongside their children's, whether it be too much or far too little. Don't get me wrong, I don't have total tunnel vision, when I returned to work when my youngest daughter was a meagre few months old I was hardly highly polished even though I was a sales representative and should have been, however I was clean, made up and suited and booted, occasionally there may have been a small amount of positing on my right shoulder and once in my hair, but that hardly makes me Scummy? I should imagine the Yummiest amongst you would disagree.

If you were to put either of these labels on me which you are more than entitled to as I am airing my opinions with you, I would probably say that for the last seven years I have probably leaned towards Scum rather than Yum, however my children are older now, the youngest turns four next month and I have actually started wearing make up on a daily basis, something I never thought I would do again since leaving my sales job five years ago....so maybe just maybe there is room for one more Yummy on the block...

Coming next Mrs 'Knows Best Mummy...'

Why would I want to be a 'Yummy Mummy' ?

Why indeed? While I obviously hold no exception to being called a 'Mummy' since the birth of my first daughter in 2004, I have never had any desire to twin it with the word 'Yummy'. Let's face it after those first three weeks of broken nights and endless colic there was nothing further from my mind than the desire to be 'Yummy'. I was lucky if I got in the shower for a wash in those early days.

I did however eventually manage some sort of semblance of routine but this was based around the needs of my child and not around what I looked like or whether or not I was of the mind set to purchase the very latest in baby changing bags, prams or any of the other over priced paraphernalia associated with joining the exclusivity of being a 'Yummy Mummy'.

My more cynical side feels that it was a brand invented, and then punted and PR'd about by product manufacturers to entice new mothers into buying into some sort of higher level status through buying their products. As a new mother do we really need this extra pressure and lets face it in this day and age, expense? We've all seen the pictures and read the articles about celebs achieving their pre baby size 8 (or less) figures within weeks of giving birth but for most of us (and I do mean MOST!) this is highly unachievable, I for one can't remember ever being a size 8 pre baby, never mind post baby!

If I'm being honest I enjoyed not having to look my best all the time, as long as I was clean this seemed to be enough and my daughter didn't seem to mind that she was being pushed around in what to some might seem like a sub standard pram. I do of course have a changing bag and a pram but they didn't cost some of the ridiculous amounts I've seen charged, and some of my mummy friends seem to think that it is absolutely necessary to have four or five of each, I find this quite shocking for one tiny baby.

Maybe I'm old fashioned, maybe I just like to buck the trend, who knows. Let's face it I've only just bought my first pair of skinny jeans, probably just in time for them to go out of fashion again. Some of my friends are aspirational Yummy Mummy's and I still value their friendship in the same way and don't see them as any less or any more because of their acute desire to be seen as something that for me is unfathomable to even list on my priorities.

Coming next why I'm also not brand 'Scummy Mummy'......