20.4.15

My Mummy Spam space!

It used to be said that everyone had a book in them. Everyone has a tale to tell. These days, with the take over of social media, technology and the internet it may be more appropriate to say that everyone has a comment to make or a tweet to tweet! I can't help that feel that sometimes, short 140 character tweets and flippant comments on Facebook have overtaken the good old written word. Hence, this blog.

I have always enjoyed writing. I loved English at school and even attempted to write a book during the whole Harry Potter hysteria although I am pretty sure I was just writing a female version on that epic series (although I do wish I still had that note book!). I attempted to write a blog once but as always, life got in the way. Well that was my excuse...I just don't think I actually had anything that I was passionate enough in my life to write about. Now I do and I want this blog to be a place where I can just let it all out as such.

I was having a conversation a couple of days ago with a good friend and it dawned on me that I am a serious over sharer on Facebook. I am one of those people who posts photos of their dinner or checks in when they have just nipped to the shops. I don't know why I do it but I can only imagine this frustrates the life out of people who don't care about my every breath and move (which to be fair is probably 99% of my Facebook friends) and it only got worse in September 2014.

On 14th September 2015 at 11.55pm I became a Mummy. Rather than being a wife, daughter, sister and granddaughter, I became Mum and my whole life turned upside down in a way that I never thought was possible. I was always proud when I called myself a wife as I married my childhood sweetheart and I am the luckiest woman to be with him but calling myself a mother was pride on a whole new level. This also meant that my social media activity went off the scale!!!

''Bubba was such a good boy last night, only woke up 3 times in the night for a feed and Daddy did 2 of them so I feel like a new woman today!!''

''Someone liked his porridge this morning :)''

and one of my personal favorites:
''why oh why does my son insist on pooping in his jumperoo?!? Second day in a row that a total change has been needed plus a shower down as it was that awful''

Now the question I asked myself a few days ago is does anyone really care? Does anyone care that bubs is eating porridge or slept well or about his bowel movements?!?
The answer to that is yes...Me..I care. I want to remember all of these little moments as I found out recently that life is so precious and can pass you by so quickly so I don't want to forgot any of these little moments. From the first time smile all the way to his first pint..I want to remember and treasure it all. That is what this blog is. It isn't for anyone else but me. I am of course happy if you are reading this as I would love this to become an interactive thing and also a reassurance or support to others that might be going through same things (ie teething or weaning etc) but this is for me. Well, me and all my Facebook friends as I'm pretty sure some of my non mummy friends are getting very close to that unfriend button due to my constant Mummy spamming.

So that is that. I will write again when I feel the need to mummy spam Facebook with things. I will instead come here, to my mummy spamming space :)
Let me know your thoughts on this (as it is my first blog post and I don't really have a clue what I'm doing) and if you are guilt of mummy spamming :)

xx

3 comments:

  1. Hope you enjoyed reading this...if there is even anyone out there!! :) let me know what you think
    xxx

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  2. This is a great, well written post. Definitely keep it up. Add your blog to Bloglovin' that way I can follow (and others) easier.

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  3. Thanks Jodie!
    Currently waiting for the blog to be added to bloglovin (after realising that I actually needed to add it first) so as soon as thats done I will let you know :)

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