Daytime Tv

The best thing about being a Mummy is that you are rarely lonely, or, let me correct that- if you do get moments of loneliness they can be compensated with the fact you have a minutes peace to think that you are lonely. There is nearly always something taking up your precious time. If it is not a children’s party to attend and be enthusiastic about, then there is some dirty washing or sick to clean up.

No doubt, I am so institutionalised in role as Stay-at-home-and-clean-it-Mum that I can honestly say I have almost forgotten how to spell killer hills let alone walk in them. I now don baggy jeans and T-shirt with my Mugg’s (A.k.a moody Ugg Boot’s) on a daily basis and am beginning to resent washing my hair due to it consuming up valuable uninterrupted bath time.

I believe that my Yummy mummy training is in serious trouble. I have even considered wearing paint covered tracksuit bottoms on the school run this week - thankfully infant son’s weetabix fingers put a stop to that. But this is not good enough, I am going to do what I do best.. Point my chubby post Christmas finger at daytime TV and blame that.

It is them that encourage me to stay in a tracksuit bottoms. Watching ‘This morning’ in tight skinny jeans with my muffin top spilling over just spoils my concentration as well as cutting the blood supply to my legs. Therefore it is not me eating my way through enough selection boxes to circle croydon twice that has lead to my weight doom and loss of glamour.. No it is all their fault. They sat there chatting away to me without once pausing to consider that the more they were entertaining me the more pounds I was gaining.

That is it. Daytime TV. You and me are finished. As is all the chocolate in the house.

New month new me!

Well after Loose women of course….