When you push out a brand new little person into this world, it’s hard to think of anything else. I try my best not to talk about Byron to anyone/everyone or show photos to people (unless they ask!) because I know how boring mum-talk can be, unless you’re a mum yourself. Even a year down the line though, I find myself talking about his latest little developments and showing pictures of him in just his nappy to my co-workers. Yep, sometimes I’m overtaken by cuteness and I just can’t help myself! And because my life is immersed in Byron, I’ve found it’s so easy to pigeonhole myself and forget who I was pre-baby— because although it’s my most important role, I’m not just a mama.
I am always his mum. His wife. Her sister. Their daughter. A friend.
I am often tired. Happy. Stressed. Indecisive. Covered in some kind of baby gunk. Argumentative. Stubborn. Nostalgic. A control freak. Apprehensive. Shy. Creative. Organised. Logical. A homebody. Sarcastic. Overanalysing. Superwoman!
I like making Byron giggle uncontrollably. Rare steak. Picnics. Driving in the sunshine. Vodka and cranberry. House parties. Cooking. Blogging. Photography. Cold, crunchy chocolate. Going to the zoo. Buying from farm shops. Making jam. Baking cakes. Eating cakes! Date nights with my husband. The USA. Nights in, in front of the TV. Trashy, girly, cheesy films. Pizza crusts with garlic and herb dip. Instagram. Watching my favs on YouTube. New make-up. Perfect brows. Being around friends & family. Planning. Interior design. Being a photographer. Cuddling a snoozing Byron. Cadbury’s Twirls. Rio. Lazy Sundays. Photo-editing. Watching my son grow. Weddings. Fresh air.
I dislike driving without knowing the exact route. Spiders. Being cold. When Byron pulls my hair out! Not having enough sleep. Sitting in traffic. When people let you down at the last minute. ‘Older’ people who are rude and should know better. Hot and sweaty buses. Being late. Sally ear.
(Thanks to Rachel for this post idea!)