Confessions of a bad mummy

OK, I admit it! I’m a terrible mummy! I’ve been too busy working to even notice my poor baby lying unattended and unloved in a quiet corner of the study. For a while it whimpered quietly, hoping to attract my attention, but eventually it gave up, the tears dried on its cheeks, and it fell silent…

I’m not talking about my real children of course, don’t call Social Services, they are used to a bit of healthy neglect. It’s good for them. It teaches them to be independent.

I’m talking of course about my blog.

I’m not going to go on about it, I don’t want to be so dull that I can think of nothing else to blog about other than blogging, I just feel bad, like I’ve neglected a puppy. Although to be honest I probably wouldn’t be that fussed about a puppy. The Dog’s Trust tried to get me to donate in the foyer of Morrison’s this afternoon – I told them I was ever so sorry, but I couldn’t give them any money, as I didn’t like dogs.

I digress.

The fact is that September has been a very busy month. Very busy indeed. Not that I’m complaining, why would I complain about having lots of interesting and useful work to do? But still, it’s been tiring, getting up early before anyone else is awake, working after the rest of the house has gone to bed, and spending hours at the weekend typing furiously in the corner of a soft play centre while Belle is forced to amuse herself throwing balls at toddlers and eating fizzy cola bottles. Classy.

Today though, in case you hadn’t twigged, is 30 September, the last day of the month, deadline day. I have worked my arse off for 30 days and now I’m having a rest. Not exactly a lie down you understand. By rest I mean I get to do a bit more of the fun stuff, like paying attention to my sad, neglected blog. I may even interact a bit with the children.

Tomorrow I am marking the occasion with a delicious brunch with my friend Rin from Now I am Thirty, and next week I am having a cap fitted at the dentist and a smear test. OK, that’s not fun, but it is necessary – it’s the boring stuff that seems to fall by the wayside in the busy months, like washing. And cooking meals.

So, if you have any ideas for fun, decadent, exciting things for me to indulge in during October, please let me know. And if it doesn’t involve a drill or a speculum, even better.



  1. 30 September, 2010 / 5:10 pm

    Sounds like that rest is well earned. Whatever you do, enjoy! But get tomorrow out of the way first ;)

  2. 30 September, 2010 / 5:15 pm

    Yay for brunch! Perhaps not for the smear or the cap though.

    Glad you’re back Miss M, you have been missed :)

  3. 30 September, 2010 / 5:33 pm

    I suggest that you have that brunch at Hartley’s (just outside Wells). Mmmm – a full English…. (Bearing in mind lunch today was 3 – count ’em – three measly ryvita’s due to ridiculous schedule and even more ridiculous weight loss ambitions, that sounds pretty decadent to me…)

  4. 30 September, 2010 / 5:46 pm

    How about a decadent girls night where you all chip in and forget about calories perhaps hire a chef for the night for a dinner an all sorts of rich chocolaty deserts or whatever your fancy is. The point is for one night you eat all the good stuff that you would normally “feel guilty” about and have a good time with your friends.

    Just have FUN!

  5. 30 September, 2010 / 7:23 pm

    Oh I’d love to know what The Dog’s Trust lady said to that!


  6. 30 September, 2010 / 7:43 pm

    Have you not washed for the whole of September? Uuuugh…

  7. 30 September, 2010 / 7:45 pm

    There are few things more enjoyable than writing a post apocalyptic camel story, but that is just me. :-)

  8. Lucy
    30 September, 2010 / 8:29 pm

    Dogs, what ARE they about? It’s like having a Rats Trust.

  9. 30 September, 2010 / 10:43 pm

    I’ve not updated mine much either Jo. I saw an article on “are children born bad” though on Daily Mail and had to have a bit of a rant about it on my blog today though.

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