For Not a Notting Hill Mum – read not a yummy mummy – here in West London that means I do not have a bugaboo (would be weird now with school age children – picture that) I do not drive a 4×4 (and can actually drive down one side rather than the centre of a road) – and I do not sit on Westbourne Grove sipping lattes before popping off to yoga or pilates. This is a because I HAVE A JOB, but in case that’s non PC as many a yummy mummy is no doubt desperately searching for employment in their own dress shop in W11, then I will admit that the other reason for avoiding exercise is that I don’t want to force my lumps and bumps into Lycra or end up staring between of the thighs of another mum on the school run before I’ve even had breakfast.
You can read more about what I’m not and my definition of yummy mummys in my neck of the woods here on my about me page
But this is not “all about me“ – a theme we will come to again later. I was actually interested in fellow blogger Mum of Three World’s take on yummy mummydom which is a lot more rural than mine and I would tend to see as “ sloany” remember that word, ” rather than “ yummy.” Whatever your definition, her quiz is very funny.
This post from Sarah who blogs at Photo Fairy Tales is next on my list as her dad reminds me of my grandpa, my mum and now… me. I know I said it’s not about me and it’s not, really it’s not. But that wartime spirit gets passed down the generations and I think many of you will relate to this!
This is another “how to” list – you may or may not save money here but you will have a good time. Sonya Cisco has a great take on how to be crafty.
This scenario from Multiple Mummy is also something many of us will relate to – and it’s not the twins causing the trouble here. One of those conversations with kids that leaves you lost for words…
Alyson’s blog post also shows that kids are in their own world. It is parallel to, but not exactly the same as, ours. What do Ronald McDonald, Colonel Sanders and Santa have in common…
But enough of kids – the theme of the moment is it’s all about us girls being sidelined because we are too attractive, too nice, too clever and perhaps, just perhaps a little too stupid to realise that singing our own praises will make us less, not more, popular. Kate on Thin Ice sums up the current debate very well here.
And if you don’t know the song “It’s all about you” by Mcfly find it on Youtube and play while you read!
But back down with a bump . Way too many of us it seems are failing totally to sing our own praises and do not think we are perfect enough. Actually Mummy is dieting (I’ve met her and she is completely gorgeous, even if she does do that scary pop-up choir thing on stations, so that when you are innocently trying to catch a train you can’t get through the crowds in time) Her body may be forced to participate in pop up choirs but it makes its own decision when it comes to dieting it seems…
And here is a real reality check for parents. With this parents’ job description from You’re no Fun Mum (aka A determinedly funny mummy – how could I leave her out – how could I?)
And unless you’ve just had a newborn yourself, you may have already forgotten what it’s like, when these kind of comments, kindly meant, can be your ONLY involvement in adult conversation during a very long day. Very Bored in Catalunya
But let’s allow the new born baby itself to have the last word. Letters from Ladycurd is something a little different as well as being funny – well worth a look and don’t stop reading and scrolling until you get to the picture!
Enjoy and keep the suggestions coming.
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Not a Notting Hill Mum x