My Funny Mummy is a blog about being a Mum. A proper one.
The sort that spots a stain on her jeans and is delighted to discover it's only wee.
The sort that finds herself talking to strangers about her piles.
The sort that notices a weird smell and blames it on an elderly relative.
The sort that is always late, never prepared and usually wearing odd shoes.
My Funny Mummy is the counselling session which allows me to air the daily mental torment that is my first year as an impatient, ill-equipped, non-maternal new mum.
It's fine. I'm coping. Honest.
Oh great - my pants are on fire. Typical.
Who Is My Funny Mummy?
My Funny Mummy is written by me - a mind-blowingly hilarious, stonkingly intelligent and unfeasibly attractive manifestation of all things magical and modest. I’m 28. I worry about whether I’ll make 29.
I can talk. Alot. To the point that my husband's ears have bled so profusely that I decided that for the good of my husband, my marriage, and my vocal chords I had to vent elsewhere. So this blog was born.
I could tell you the name of my first goldfish or that I am obsessed with picking chunks of hard skin off my feet, but you don’t care about that.
This blog is funny. This blog is not fluffy or gentle or idealistic. This blog is intimidatingly attractive and devastatingly honest. I don't pretend anything; certainly not that giving up your world to be a parent comes naturally or, heaven forbid, easily. I write with the intention of celebrating and laughing at the stress, the rush, the suspicious stains, the ungodly smells, the incessant wiping and the knock you off your feet love I have found being a new family definitely does mean.
You’ll love it. Honest. By me.
Where Is My Funny Mummy?My Funny Mummy is written by me - a mind-blowingly hilarious, stonkingly intelligent and unfeasibly attractive manifestation of all things magical and modest. I’m 28. I worry about whether I’ll make 29.
I can talk. Alot. To the point that my husband's ears have bled so profusely that I decided that for the good of my husband, my marriage, and my vocal chords I had to vent elsewhere. So this blog was born.
I could tell you the name of my first goldfish or that I am obsessed with picking chunks of hard skin off my feet, but you don’t care about that.
This blog is funny. This blog is not fluffy or gentle or idealistic. This blog is intimidatingly attractive and devastatingly honest. I don't pretend anything; certainly not that giving up your world to be a parent comes naturally or, heaven forbid, easily. I write with the intention of celebrating and laughing at the stress, the rush, the suspicious stains, the ungodly smells, the incessant wiping and the knock you off your feet love I have found being a new family definitely does mean.
You’ll love it. Honest. By me.
Geograhically? St Helens, Merseyside.
Literally? Trying her very best to find time to be sitting at this computer.
Psychologically? In a perpetual state of neurotic rush and continuous self delusion, while also fitting in time to poke fun at herself/other people/the world.
Metaphorically? Up a farcically long, unknown, odd smelling creek, armed only with a snapped, irritatingly small, colander style paddle, which has been sponsored by the You Have Got To Be Kidding Me Association. Map please!!
Metaphorically? Up a farcically long, unknown, odd smelling creek, armed only with a snapped, irritatingly small, colander style paddle, which has been sponsored by the You Have Got To Be Kidding Me Association. Map please!!
Hey Cath its sharl hope lizzy is ok an i hope ur all gettin on ok an i like ur website its changed haha also just wanted to say hi xxxxxxx
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NIce to meet you I'm shelley, great Blog!!!!
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Thanks for taking a look around. I'll return the favour now x
DeleteLovely stuff! Funny Women team in Liverpool tomorrow night and Friday morning!
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Hello Cath.
ReplyDeleteYou sound like good fun. Do you sound really scouse, like?
Calm down, calm down *does that palms to the floor Scouser action thingy*
DeleteSadly I've got a broad Lancashire accent - I say coooooat (coat) and oooohkhaaaay(ok) and furry (fairy). Sorry to disappoint.
You're from the sarrf, Surrey isn't it? Then you sound like Mark Wright, right?
Nah, Mark Wright is a wheeler dealer cockney lad. My inbred middle class politeness holds me back from getting involved with anything too unsavoury.
DeleteI note a tinge of 'one of the lads' jealousy? Don't worry if you were hoping I wouldn't notice; I'm not here to judge. And anyway most lay folk wouldn't sense your socio-economic repressive tendencies rearing their usually Daily Mail obscured head x
DeleteI loved your milk bottles post. I laughed so hard at this beacuse I use to put my legs in the sun when my daughter would take a nap. I totally relate. Great blog post. I just started following you on google, please follow me back.
ReplyDeletehaha! you're funny! marry me!
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