Mind you, given in these early sleep addled weeks I have to choose between brushing my teeth or brushing my hair each day, soggy and windswept doesn't make too much difference.
- To paraphrase a blogger who is far more glamorous than me, like London needs another working mum blogging about her life. But hey, sometimes when you have a laptop on your knees in between serving oven chips and leftovers and starting bedtime you wonder how you became that woman, why you did and how you feel about it. Sometimes I even probe further - who is THAT woman, and did I ever aspire to be her? Do I like her? Could I learn to? Which is why I've started this blog...
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Mulling over my previous post I've just realised that a more prescient piece of advice to my pre-baby self would have been something far less cerebral and emotional: buy a coat with a hood. Pushing a buggy and holding a brolly just do not work. Ever.