Well this is She...

Here we go… 25 yr old female, wife, mother of two and a half seeks sanity and refuge in exposing her quest to become yummy mummy.
Now I know this may sound crazy being that I have been a mother in name for the past five years but on the arrival of my second child I have finally decided to become the organised well groomed woman that I know deep down I have been destined to be since my own birth.. (just haven’t got round to being!) also the fact that my firstborn arrived unplanned to me as a croydon facelift teenager now is time to prove all the critics wrong that as a teenage mother living in the borough it isn’t all rose but we can be yummy with the best of them..
So what are my aims??
Well as always to attempt to rise early perform near miracle with make up and emerge from my home for the school run appearing flawless and escorting two angels effortlessly. Now note that my second born is now 18 months and has an obsession with rusks - sadly this is not as easy as it sounds.
Reality is running out of the door in less than co coordinated clothing, Rusk attached to unbrushed croydon facelift children in tow begging for mercy at my frantic pace…please tell me I am not alone..
You see us Croydon mums, regardless of age are clearly under pressure to be glam city luvvys, with the elegance of the surrey etiquette. Sadly I think that I for one end up being a bit of a crazy looking trendy hillbilly.
Once the school run (literally) is over my next task is to head to central croydon on a mission to educate my son in croydon library. ( the children’s books are great!) on arrival my son claims that he is not feeling up to Julia Donaldson and the gruffleo and more up to a gruff and a sleep. So there I sit children’s section reading books to myself.
On leaving the library I am not defeated in my mission to be yummy, I promptly move on to be a lady that lunches while feeding son with another of my yummy friends. we head to the closest most child friendly spot for a coffee and a chat only for my friends child to parade as though auditioning for a role on super nanny, lying on the floor and screaming “happy meal now!“ I smile with sympathy and am eager to remove myself from this very un-yummy situation.. not good. It is now time to run again before my daughter is last at the gate.
Okay so today not so yummy but there is always tomorrow.. As for being yummy tonight the man (husband) is expecting a clean shirt for work tom, Stepson has arrived for the weekend and dinner is to be arranged. Rusk has also taken over front room rug..Oh then maybe I’ll wash my hair…