1. I’m a geriatric mother
I was forty when I became pregnant with our two year old, Rory, and forty one when he was born. Why they have to label you as Geriatric when you get to your mid-thirties is beyond me. There’s lots of us out there. If you’re one too. You’re not alone. We’re growing in numbers. On a good day, when I’ve slept I’d still pass for forty. When he’s teething, I’d pass for about a hundred and six.
2. I’m an introvert
I’m one of those unusual INFJ personality types . I need ‘on my own time’ to prevent burnout – not easy when you have a toddler climbing up your leg. I know I’m not the only parent who sometimes stays up past their bed time to just fit in some alone time.
3. I have built my own tribe
This is something that I’ll probably end up touching on quite a bit on my blog. We have very little support or close family nearby. I’ve built my own tribe of like-minded mums and friends. Thanks to baby groups, activities and my NCT class, I’ve made some brilliant friends in the past two years – they know more about my privates than my GP.
4. I hate being organised
I like having THINGS organised but I don’t like BEING organised. I don’t like clutter, but I would rather smash my own toes with a hammer than organise an event, or commit to activities too far in advance. People think I love it, but it’s because I’m really thinking “How can I get this nailed down as quickly as possible so I don’t have to think about it or listen to other people chipping in with their ideas or schedules?”
5. I have the viewing habits of a tween
I love Buffy, Once Upon a Time and Pretty Little Liars in particular. The most exciting email I’ve had today is from Netflix to tell me Riverdale Season 2 is now streaming. I’m now planning how I get husband out of the house and a small boy to bed so I can watch it in peace. Actually, now seems like a good time…