Sunday Bloody Sunday

What a day yesterday, so glad it’s Monday! 

I blogged yesterday about ‘the weight debate’ after I read the article in the Sunday Telegraph about Women’s average weight, I then read the Sun Heralds article by Chrissie Swan and the battle of having an overweight 3yo and the thoughts of her own battles as a child. From there I was reading Mrs Woogs blog about all the crap she has gone through since the article written about her and Edenland that week and the dickheads doing a pre interview interview asking if she was going to have more children to blog about? WTF!

I’m relatively new to this blogging thing but I’m not new to the human race! None of us are. This medium is open to anyone that would like to use it from 8 to 80. We all have experiences, advice and situations we want to share; sometimes in the hope it’s not only us, sometimes because we are just passionate about a subject, sometimes we hope someone else may not make the same mistakes but there is always a reason even if it’s just to get something off our chests.

Motherhood is a lifelong job (just ask your Grandmother it you are lucky enough to have one) and we are lucky now to be able to share our experiences with others all over the world. If you think this is wrong DON’T READ THE BLOGS! The exchange of banter makes us all feel like we are not alone in our efforts in life, after all there are no life or parent instruction leaflets given out just publications telling us of others experiences and advice from professionals. This advice changes consistently especially from the professionals, the perfect example is when it’s OK for a baby to start solids, when can they have eggs or putting honey on a dummy – In my mother’s day they said you should dip a dummy in Brandy to ‘sooth’ an upset child – I think they might call this child abuse these days! Think of a Blog as one of those experience books written in instalments!

My children are much older than most of the other ‘Mummy Bloggers’ that I know of, but for goodness sakes I’m still a Mummy – a job I could trade in some days but most days it’s a good thing. I read what other Mummies write and a lot of the time I have a little giggle to myself as it brings back memories I had forgotten, thanks ladies so much for this. I hope one day I will have grandchildren of my own (have a few ‘adopted’ ones now) and the cycle will start over again except this time I’ll be able to hand them back (I promise no red drink and fairy floss).

My baby (19) just text me to say she will be out for dinner tonight, after a couple of texts back and forth she tells me she has been stuck in the loo at work for the last 10minutes  with one of her ‘stomach aches’ and there’s no spray ‘FML’.

Being a mother doesn’t change just the language and means of communications do.

Keep Smiling :)))

OOPS WRONG MUMMY!