When the PMT affects the MMB (Motivated Mummy Brain)

salad-1-1323575-639x462Today (Tuesday 10th May 2016) I have worked from home, it is a sheer luxury and something I try to do at least once a week. Most of the time I have an extremely productive day, with no interruptions and the ability to stack the dishwasher for a couple of minutes, in place of spending ten minutes chatting to a colleague about the new hair do, the awful weather, her lavish home-made multi-coloured salad.

Usually I love it because I can do a few mummy/housewife chores around my working day, which means I’ve achieved double in the same amount of time. Something us full-time working mums struggle with on a regular basis.

Today though, I am thoroughly unmotivated. There is washing that could be folded, a present to wrap, some work to do and some emails to send, but instead of multi-tasking at 100mph like normal, I am distracted, grumpy and unenthused.

Then it hit me.

the-stress-1473487-639x463It’s the dreaded PMT.

The PMT that affects my MMB, which is my Motivated Mummy Brain.

Having self-diagnosed this horrible mini mental-health blip, I felt immediately a bit better. I could justify why I felt so fed up, disillusioned, sluggish and generally not on top form. My daydreaming about quitting the job to do something more exciting and the sudden negativity and ridiculous paranoia that I am a rubbish employee is in the main because of a hormonal imbalance.

Amazing!

I know that a sudden influx of important emails and calls will spur me back into action at some point today. The accelerator will be depressed and I will whizz back up to  a respectable 80mph with much better focus.

This is because the main impact of my PMT is a self-motivation drain – the Motivated Mummy Brain Drain. I need someone or something to drag me out of it, to get me going and to inspire me again. I don’t have any major deadlines for today, so that isn’t helping. We haven’t got any guests coming round, so I needn’t worry about the washing in the dining room, or the cups on the side. My daughter is at nursery until 6, so I have no entertainment requirement and my other half is at work. It feels a little like I’m not needed.

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I’m writing this out of a lack of inspiration for what I should be doing. It’s a bit naughty and honestly, I am a committed and devoted employee, but today I’ve taken a little time out to brain dump on how I’m feeling. This should blast some of the negativity away and already since starting this post, I’ve paused to answer calls, crack on with work and have even taken the washing upstairs.

Tomorrow should be a better day, and now I have recognised that my PMT will always affect my MMB, I will aim to be a little kinder to myself and put it down to an off-day that will require some chocolate.

How does your PMT affect you?

 
 

Petite Pudding

 

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Accepting the differences – she isn’t a mini-me

kim-4-1481991-640x960Ok, this post is a little premature given our daughter is only 3.5.  However, even now I’m beginning realise the horrid, startling, fact that No – my daughter is nothing like me.

This is a bitter pill to swallow.

If you had a great childhood, you want to impart every excitement, interest and passion into your child because you remember what you were like and therefore, you think they will be thinking along the same lines.

Wrong.

As a child I loved to read, I loved to play alone making up imaginary games.  I loved sport and music and trying out all manner of different activities.  I was and am scatty and hairbrained, I didn’t really care about my appearance and I was not what you would call a ‘girly girl’.

As a parent, I impart these things on my daughter.  I focus on what was important to me, assuming that she will think the same way. I introduce her to umpteen books, she’s got involved with gymnastics and been horse riding twice. I’ve asked her whether she’d like to try martial arts. No. I’ve asked her whether she’d like to go horse riding again. No. I ask her whether she’d like to play rugby or football in the garden, or try and ride her bike. No.

little-princess-1561402-639x958If I ask her whether she’d like to play mummies and daddies, I know she’ll say yes.  If I ask her if she’d like to dress up in a princess outfit, I know she’ll have the shoes on before I have the chance to get out the Cinderella dvd.

This is awkward.

How do you play and engage with a child who isn’t your mini-me?

The answer – you watch how they play and engage with others and take those cues.

I remember doing a small jigsaw puzzle with my daughter a year ago.  I was trying to get her to work horizontally across the picture, whereas she wanted to work vertically.  It really hit me that not only is she the girly girl that I never was, she also learns differently to me.

I watch her play and engage with my other half and I can immediately see less frustration as they are on a similar wavelength and use a different logic to solve problems.

One of your jobs as a parent is to teach and impart knowledge.  However, if your brains are wired differently, it isn’t as easy as you think.

So what am I doing about this?

I’m learning to take a step back.

As a naturally competitive and dare I say it ‘pushy parent’, it goes against my instinct to just accept the differences and not try and change them.  But, I think it is so incredibly important to allow a child to grow into who they are destined to become and not live the dream that their parent had mapped out for them.

So, I’m off to buy some more pink bracelets and some clip-clop princess heels for my little diva. Maybe I’ll buy a pink football too………just in case.

 
 

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When your child is the ‘offender’

angry-1432367-639x463As I write this I am full of cold, have had a long day at work and have spent the last couple of hours thinking about my daughter’s latest ‘incident’ at nursery.

We have a lot of ‘incidents’ at nursery.

Over her short life, our precious, loving, chatty, caring, gregarious little girl has pushed, bitten and scratched her peers many times.  The bites were around the toddler stage and the progression to scratching has been over the last year or so.  She is now three and a half and goes to nursery five days a week.

As a parent, if your child is hurt by another child, it is horrible – I get that.

If it is your child that has done the hurting, believe me, it is a million times worse.

The embarrassment, the shame, the lack of understanding as to why your child does this when every other child you know doesn’t.  Feeling like your child will be ostracised from the nursery-society, won’t make friends, will be hated and lonely. Feeling guilty that she does this because Mummy works full-time and she misses me.

When our daughter has a day of ‘incidents’, my whole day is ruined.  I could have had a really productive day in the office but when I pick her up and get the awkward look from the nursery staff and if it is pretty bad, an ‘incident’ form to sign, it sends me reeling with anxiety and stress.

We are currently at a loss as to what to do and are now engaging SENCos and I’m also going to book a doctors appointment without her to discuss.  She doesn’t miss a trick and listens to everything, so she definitely can’t be with me when I start trying to explain her behaviour through quivering bottom lip.

To give them their due, the nursery have been supportive and when I’ve cried in their office they have comforted me, offered me a tissue and said that she isn’t the only child they have seen with these tendencies.  It still doesn’t make me feel much better.

Part of our issue is that she very very rarely has any incidents when we are around.  As an only child she doesn’t have any siblings to hurt and she doesn’t hurt us.  Her close friends whom she has grown up with also no longer get hurt (although there was the occasional one during the toddler phase).

We’ve tried reward charts, treats, taking things away and time-outs (which isn’t suitable if the incident was several hours ago at nursery).  We try and talk to her about it. We’ve been stern, we’ve been gentle and supportive, yes we’ve shouted when we are at our wits end and don’t know what to do.

It is relentless.

Quite often I feel like I just want to take a few months off work to just focus on our daughter and try and sort out whatever is going on in her little head.  Only, I’m not in a position to do that.

We have had weeks and even months of no incidents and then suddenly a spate of them.  A lot of the time the staff say there was nothing to provoke it. This makes it worse – random acts of aggression with no visible reason.

Her behaviour is a source of tension between Mummy and Daddy. I take the overly soft stance and Daddy takes the firm stance.  Neither of which seem to be working.  If anything, I think she is worse when there is tension at home – something that is hard to address when you’re tired and stressed from trying to be the model worker, model Mum and model partner. I just want all three of us to be happy and have fun days.

But, there is hope.

This week we’ve had two party invitations.

To me, it is like I’ve won the lottery.  Knowing that a child at nursery wants my daughter to come to their party makes me so incredibly happy and relieved.  I could jump for joy.

With school starting in September, we are desperate for this problem to resolve itself. We have been told she is ‘high functioning’. What does that mean?  Does that mean she is on the spectrum? Does it mean she is just quite bright and is developing asynchronously? I don’t know.

But what I want to say is this.

If your child is on the receiving end of a bite or a scratch, the chances are the parents of the ‘young offender’ are absolutely mortified. They will do their best in conjuction with the nursery setting to resolve the problem. They will google everything to do with an aggressive child and will read copious articles.  They will drop their child off wishing them a good day and hoping beyond all hope that they really do have a ‘good day’.  They will praise their child when there are no incidents and they will talk to their child when there are.  They will ask why they did it and whether they said sorry to your child. They will seek the help of professionals.

Children are all different, and some express themselves differently and need a little more help as they grow.  Please consider this before you judge them and their parents. We are already feeling fragile enough as it is.

 

 

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Parenting poetry – A moment

safety-1316981-640x480Over two years ago, I started writing in my limited spare time.  My daughter was almost 18 months old and for the same reason as my recent venture into blogging, I had something say and I needed an outlet.

At that time, poetry was my solace.  I could express myself differently, showing raw emotion that I sometimes hid and rarely shared.

‘A moment’ was one of my early poems about motherhood.  It goes like this.

As she clutches my arm,
her breathing husky and thick,
I lean my head on hers.

She strokes my soft, comforting sleeve,
nestling her warm, slightly sticky nose into my side.
I pause and gaze at this wonder of mine.I grab a white, fragile, pristine tissue
navigating it towards this quiet, gentle soul.
Picking my moment to disrupt her peace.

As quick as a flash,
the moment has passed.
She wriggles free of this joyous time and runs over to her toys.

 
 

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:-) :-S :-( :-o Embracing emoticons

smile-emoticon-10-1159483-640x640I remember it well, in the early noughties there was a sudden realisation that you could show a smiley face in text with a simple colon, dash and bracket.  How fantastic! 🙂  Honestly, what a brilliant and fun invention!? Everyone was embracing emoticons.

The different emotions have grown with time, my favourite being the confused :-S and I remember when businesses had unwritten policies about whether or not it was acceptable to use one in an internal or external email.

When it comes to mobiles though, I’ve never really been into text-talk. I prefer the full word and I have never used ‘r u’ in any texts that I’ve sent, even when there was a limit on the number of characters in the days before iMessage, WhatsApp and Skype.  It just didn’t seem correct imho. (See what I did there). And when my Mum once sent me a text saying ‘r u at home now?’ I was almost physically repulsed.

My children will learn to spell correctly and write in proper grammatically correct English. Always.

However, recently I’ve got a little addicted to the emoji craze.  We’ve gone beyond simple emotions and now I can pretty much explain my whole weekend in 13 mini images. They’re colourful and they express far more visually than text on a page.  Not only that, I’ve also started to slip the odd smiley face into emails to colleagues, my boss and even on occasions my customers.

emojiI like to think that it personalises it, and helps stop an email being misconstrued, which can happen very easily.

Been there, done that.

In fact, Skype for Business has animated emojis including one which involves an icon banging their head against a brick wall.  It’s very funny and unfortunately I have had to use it on several occasions when expressing frustration to a similarly frustrated colleague.

If I’m being sarcastic, or know that I’m asking a huge favour of someone, I stick a smiley face on the end of an email or instant message in the hope that I appeal to their kind heart and they just won’t be able to say no.  9 times out of 10 it works and it helps me build relationships remotely with people that I rarely see or speak to face to face.

But what is next?

The rate at which communication is changing is staggering.  Thanks to a Mr Albert Mehrabian and his research, it is a well publicised belief that communication is:

7% verbal, 38% tone and 55% body language.

2-way quick conversations were face to face or on the phone.  There was no ability to converse quickly via any other means.  If it was face to face, heaven forbid you had your arms crossed, or were gazing up to the left hand corner of the room during an interview.

Nowadays so much is online.  I’m speaking to you through writing a blog and I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.  However, in order to make a connection I need to resonate with you.

They say a picture speaks a thousand words but personally I think emoticons have bought additional tone (38% of it) to our written language, especially in 2-way fast interactions.  I can visualise a person smiling, sighing or crying just by an icon and therefore I will continue to embrace them until such time as they bring out time travel, teleportation or a ‘mini-me’ that I can transmit over the wire.

Ta ta for now :-D, I’m off for a

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5 ways your working life changes after children

Now, I’m not talking about the huge changes like returning part-time or taking on the new career of SAHM, I’m talking about the more subtle differences between pre and post baby when you return to work.

Here are 5 ways working life changes after children.

Brain capacity

computer-frustration-1238728-639x830From a life where the only things you needed to worry about were your job and your social life, suddenly your brain is thrown into disarray.  Your brain has to continue to work on these things, however, it now has to process every worry, chore and happy memory from parenthood that enters it as well and there is no control. It just happens – they pop into your head on the journey to work, in meetings, at lunch or just sat at your desk. Your brain capacity is stretched beyond your wildest dreams – and you manage.

Tea room chats

I remember that I used to talk to colleagues about city breaks, sports matches and office gossip.  Nowadays it is 90% about children – theirs, mine, our mutual friend who has just given birth.  It becomes all encompassing and even if the conversation starts with ‘how was your weekend?’, you can’t help but turn it into child-related.

Appearance

There are many working women who somehow manage to retain their immaculate appearance after maternity leave.  I’m not one of them (and I probably never was immaculate).  However, the hairdresser visits have plummeted, the personal grooming a distant memory, new clothes rare and my make-up is way past its best before date.  The priority is getting the child out the door on time and not looking like an urchin – even if you do look like a female Fagin in ill-fitting suit.  Note to self – book hair appointment.

Patience and Tolerance

For me, this has been by far the most surprising consequence of having a child. In my previous life I used to be calm, optimistic and could take most things in my stride.  These days, by having military-style routines for most family activities, time is of the essence in everything.  Unfortunately, this means that I expect the same at work as I do at home and not everyone thinks the same way.  Needless to say, I can be abrupt to the point of rude these days because I know how precious my time is.  In order to manage, most parents I know run a tight ship. We cram as much as we can into our working day so that we can sign-off and change into our superhero costume for nursery pick-up.  When colleagues don’t have the same challenges it tests both patience and tolerance levels to the max.

outside-the-box-1243054-640x480Ability to think outside the box

This final point essentially pulls together points 1 and 4 and is a fantastic benefit for employers hiring us working Mums.  As parents, you find ways to do things that are smarter and easier – because if you don’t, you’ll implode.  Multi-tasking like a ninja was one phrase picked up from a LinkedIn post the other day and it is absolutely right.  After children, you think differently and you reduce slack in your day by working smarter and not necessarily harder.  Prioritisation is paramount along with stronger decision-making with less pondering.  There is no time to sit and deliberate over whether the decision was the right one – you make it and you stick by it.  Agile is a term I use regularly in my job and it resonates perfectly with working Mums. We are agile, we can move between tasks seamlessly and do things differently in order to increase our productivity.

Our daily grind changes after children, but it isn’t all bad!

 

 

 

 

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Selfish or struggling?

This afternoon I read a Mumsnet post about whether holidays should be about family time and not just kids clubs.

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It struck a nerve.

I’ll admit, if I think about a holiday, my wish list always includes a kids club and preferably a babysitting service.  I’ll justify my desires with ‘I want my daughter to have fun and play with other children’. Deep down though, there is the standard pang of guilt.

Am I being selfish?

There are thousands of pictures, posts and websites about the idyllic family holiday.  Children bounding through sand or trekking happily alongside their parents.  Tents and campervans, a dog or two, messy faces and exhilarated adults.

The proud smile from Mummy as she watches Daddy and the offspring cavorting around whilst she prepares the early evening meal of sausages, jackets and beans.  Afterwards, they all gaze up at the stars and truly relish the joy of a outdoorsy family holiday. This is what it’s like isn’t it? ** remaining blissfully ignorant of tantrums, tiredness and bad weather**

I wish that was us.

But we’re not those people and I don’t think we’re alone.

As terrible as it sounds, I want it all.  I need to be partner as well as mummy, and I need my holidays to de-stress.  I love my daughter with all my heart and I love being with her, but sometimes I reach a limit.

With only 25 days holiday a year and the start of school looming (or more to the point, the start of lengthy school holidays), I am facing the fact that it will get increasingly harder to justify taking a day of precious leave during term time in order to get my fix of ‘me time’.

This scares the hell out of me.

I want to have the patience of a Saint and I want every precious moment with my child to be memorable and enjoyable. However, I know that to spend all my holidays in the companionship of an under 5 will be disastrous for me, for her, for my partner and for our family.

egg-in-c-clamp-1418379-639x961I can’t do it. I can’t be that Mum and hold down my career without it affecting me mentally. I’m a jack of all trades and master of none and that goes for being a mum, being an employee and being a lover.  Being an aspiring blogger just adds to the challenge.

I do my best and I teeter on the brink of collapse most of the time, never satisfied with my accomplishments in any of the three roles.  Being a lover sits at the bottom of the priority list – always. Being a good employee and earning a living to support my family comes very close to the top, and of course being a Mum is at the very top, but plays second fiddle to an employment contract.

It is just the way it is.

So back to the holidays.

We will no doubt have some breaks that will be all-embracing of the wholesome family-time ethos and we will love it, bad weather and all.  However, we will also occasionally take a holiday that gives us a chance to properly relax – one which will enable some adult time whilst our daughter plays in the kids club or is watched over by a qualified babysitter.

It may seem selfish but I’m juggling and struggling and until I can retire, win the lottery, or write full-time (and manage my time myself), then I will take any kids club or babysitter I can so that I can be the best Mum I can without totally losing my identity.

Period.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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How we made airports and flying enjoyable

wing-of-a-commercial-aeroplane-1451149-639x437When our daughter was only 4 months old we got her her first passport.  At 6 months old we flew to France.  Now, we are not seasoned travellers and I never toured around South East Asia on my gap year, or built something really helpful like a new school for the poverty stricken children in Africa (* feel a bit guilty *).  However, I do like holidays, and I actually like the travelling part too.

I was determined to continue to enjoy this, even when towing around a baby, a buggy and copious luggage.

Having flown 4 or 5 times with our daughter in her short 3.5 years, there are a few things which we are so grateful we chose to spend our hard earned cash on to make life a little easier.  Rather than searching for the cheapest possible solutions like we had always done, we began to realise that actually minimising stress is worth the extra dosh!

It really is.

In no particular order, here are the things that we did that made airports and flying enjoyable and were worth their weight in gold for the first 2.5 years of our daughter’s life.

  • On-airport hotel – with early flight times and a 2.5 hour car journey to the airport, we would travel up the night before and stay in the closest possible (and unfortunately most expensive) terminal hotel with parking.  In fact, we could walk from the hotel to the terminal through a short walkway.  When you’re pushing a buggy, suitcases and trying to carry hand luggage, the expense was honestly worth every penny! No transfer buses, no cold and wet walks back to the car, no exhausted parents and no over-tired baby. It was easy, and as a result, we checked-in calmly, no rushing or worrying about what we may have forgotten. It got the holiday off to a good start and, when you book a holiday, you are booking it for a break, not for a stress.
  • Buying toiletries after security – ok, it may be a little more expensive than trying to squeeze your shampoo, shower gel, conditioner, baby bath, baby cream, cleanser, moisturiser, toner, you get the drift… into your suitcase, and it may mean you wrestling with an overflowing carrier bag onto the plane, but it really does make things easier in terms of packing. I would positively bounce towards Boots whilst leaving baby and partner in the coffee shop.  It was a bit of ‘me’ time, browsing the shelves of holiday products and maybe treating myself to a random foot cream. I didn’t have to worry about fitting items that I wanted on the flight into the see-through bag. It was just, well, easier.
  • Booking with a non-Orange airline – this was a bit harder to stomach as there is quite a big price hike, however the differences we found made the choice more than worthwhile.  Our first non-Orange flight had the check-in guy make a special effort to see if he could get us better located seats that would make it easier for us to get on/off the plane.  I’m a stickler for good customer service! We get a drink and a snack onboard – adds another level of intrigue for our daughter and keeps us all entertained.  They give out a children’s goodie bag with magazine, pen, small toy etc.  These little details make a big difference!

Now our daughter is a bit older we are chancing Orange again, and no longer booking an overnight hotel pre-flight.  In the baby and toddler years, we needed those luxuries to feel like our holiday started from the moment we got in the car, and it has ensured that I remain as excited as a child when it comes to heading for the airport.

Roll on August!

 

 

 

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5 perfect times for list writing

notepad-1192373-639x839I’ve never been one for lists.  I never felt I really needed to use them as I had most things under control.  That was around 4 years  ago.

Pre-child.

These days, I most definitely need lists.  I forget the exciting things and the mundane things, what I’ve done at the weekend, what I’m doing the next weekend, you name it, I’m forgetting it. The problem is quite simply this –

I forget to write the lists.

That’s right.  I forget to write the list I’m supposed to write to stop me forgetting stuff.  How does that happen!?

Slowly but surely I’ve begun to realise that the success of my day or week and how much I accomplish is down to whether I have actually managed to spend a few moments writing down a few simple chores, work tasks, errands that I need to do.  Now, after undertaking some serious trend analysis, it appears that I have some ‘favourite’ times or circumstances where I seem to be at my ‘list-writing peak’. Those snippets of time where my brain has enough calm capacity to stand still and think about what I need to do rather than the running around trying to do it.

Here are my top 5 times for list writing.

  1. In the kitchen whilst the kettle is boiling in the morning – I make the morning cuppa and it is peace and quiet. If there is a pen and paper in the kitchen then I find myself able to jot down a few bits that I or my other half need to do.
  2. At my desk after getting coffee but before logging into my laptop – I’m pretty old school. I like proper paper. Before I go into tech mode, I can grab a few moments to write in my day book some tasks – these do tend to be a selection of work tasks intermingled with things like ‘post Mum’s birthday card’ and ‘buy easter eggs’.
  3. pen-1568529-639x631In the shower – This is when I tend to dream up my idea for a telepathic pen and paper that can write down all the things I’m remembering I need to do whilst I’m showering.  I often look at the shower wall and wish there was a waterproof pad and pen so that I can write down my list.  I’ve usually forgotten at least two tasks by the time I’m dried and dressed!
  4. Before bed – I should use this time better, but I find myself too busy checking Twitter and Facebook and then reading my book.  However, on the occasion that I have forced myself to focus on the next day ahead, I have been able to write down lists of food I need to buy, children’s birthday presents, washing that I need to take out the dryer etc.  If it is washing still in the washing machine, I stop the list writing and run downstairs cursing myself at 10:30pm. I HATE it when that happens!
  5. Whilst dinner is cooking – If I’m left alone in the kitchen of an evening when the little ‘un is in bed and the other half is driving around in some pimped up car on Grand Theft Auto, I usually have ten minutes or so to think rather than do.  During this time I grab the pen and paper that I forgot to write on during my morning kettle routine and pick up where I left off.

Where do you write your lists? Let me know. Until then, keeeeeeep writing!

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Making Friends (and I’m not talking about the kids)

tea-party-1-1453280-640x552Children in the main tend to be good at making friends, their confidence will tend to enable them to automatically engage in play with a peer who they haven’t met before. If a child isn’t confident, then chances are another more confident child will bring them out of their shell. My daughter did it with another little girl a year ago and nursery made a point of saying how she was helping the less confident child to become more involved. #proudmummymoment.

Anyway, this post isn’t about the children, it’s about the adults.

How do you make Mummy/Daddy friends?

I have friends from different stages of my life – school, university, work, and thankfully antenatal.  These friends all have children of different ages, but having moved away from the antenatal bunch I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve struggled to make friends with my daughter’s nursery/school Mums.

Problem number 1 is that I rarely see them.

I drop daughter off to pre-school and then I dash to work.  There is no playground chat. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a nod of the head from Isaac’s Mum, or Hector’s Dad.

At pick-up, its a race to get there before close, when many a time, my daughter is the last one left.  Again, a potential nod as the slightly earlier parent walks away whilst chatting to their offspring about their day.

Problem number 2 is that, well basically, I’m a bit shy.

This is exacerbated by problem number 1.

Party invites are beginning to increase, and foolishly I thought this was going to be the start of some serious Mummy bonding.  Unfortunately, it transpires it is not as simple as that.  You see, I’m not actually sure what to say.

On arrival at parties, there always seems to be pockets of chatting between parents.  They all look as if they’ve been friends for years whilst I stand alone, usually with a child clinging to me and I begin to feel a bit self-conscious.

A bit like I don’t fit in.

I’m too embarrassed to interrupt a conversation, so instead, I stand there like a lemon desperately hoping that someone will come over and talk to me.sunny-lemon-1327891-639x501

This cannot be good role-modelling for my daughter!

Problem number 3 is I probably don’t come across as very approachable

The fact I’m rarely seen means I’m probably known as the ‘full-timer’.  I’m the career woman who must oose confidence and self-esteem.  I probably don’t want to be part of the Mummy group as I’m far too busy doing very important work! (** as they see me checking my phone for the umpteenth time, pretending it doesn’t matter that I’m by myself**)

But I do.

I really do want to be part of the group.  I’d like to be involved and whilst I’m no good at baking or crafts, I’m not a bad organiser and I do actually smile and laugh quite a lot.  In fact, I will quite happily chat to strangers at a work event, or present in front of a panel of people.  I’m strong, independent and confident – apart from as a Mum.

Making friends sure does get harder as you get older. Maybe I need to learn a thing or two from my daughter.

Does anyone want to come out to play?

 

 

 

 

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