Something about me

Here is the intro bit.  Second marriage, no children from the first.  Lots of stuff happened, met 2nd husband, had bit of a miracle baby as IVF loomed with a strong probability of being declined.  Fell pregnant naturally by surprise with baby 1, turned 40 while pregnant, had gorgeous, healthy baby girl.  That was 7 and 1/2 years ago.  Went back to part-time work already pregnant and second baby popped out 18 months later, also healthy and gorgeous.  So now I am mum to 2 beautiful girls who are the centre of my world, I keep busy as best I can around their demands and routines.  I hated routine after my first marriage ended, I wanted to be free and have the fun that I missed out on in my twenties. (Nothing to do with the ex by the way, but a story for another time). Along came the babies and routine became my life.  So here we are all those years on about to pack the oldest off to her new junior school and my youngest goes into year 2.  I know everyone questions how does it all happen so fast, but seriously, how does it happen so fast?

I work now and am back to work tomorrow, but I would love to be arty and creative, making beautiful things to sell.  I should point out that it will never happen, after what must be a thousand attempts at learning crochet, I am yet to create even the simplest flower that kids can do in a few seconds.  There have been several attempts at business and I have tried most pyramid selling products out there, turns out I am not a natural seller.  I’ve been blacklisted from most for not providing my leaders with any income, oh well another one will pop up soon, it could be the one!

So we all live in a semi in rural Hampshire, with our slightly odd cat and 2 rabbits.  There were fish until the tragic boiling incident when the heater over heated; not sure there will be more fish after that trauma.

So you will have worked out the age from the timeline in my story and have a bit of an idea why I am Vintage Mum.  It just the same as being a mum at any age, I can say that I am yet to feel like a grown up and still go to my Mum for advice.  Sadly when I look in the evil mirror, I realise that I might have woken up middle-aged today.

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