In a world where I am now constantly referred to as mum it’s easy to forget that I am still me! I sometimes forget I have another name (which the children sometimes use in a bid to get my attention). Usually when mum, mummy or momma hasn’t worked. Now a proud mum of 2 on what can only be described as a rollercoaster ride, sometimes liken to that of a runaway  Mine train and in bid to maintain my other identity and share my experiences with the world. I’m trying my hand at blogging, for the days when I’ve tried explaining to a 2 year old that oxo cubes are not a snack or I’ve left the house with my top on backwards in a bid to make it to work on time.