The Little Mumma is:
Angie – 34-year-old mother to two boys under four – attempting to operate with maximum good humour and minimum sleep. FAILING.
I am a full-time mum in search of a cupcake and a lie down.
My sons are beautiful – I wonder how much I could sell them for?
I am altogether unapologetic about my colourful language. Yes, there are infinite possibilities to be found within the pages of a thesaurus but none of them feel quite so satisfying as FUCK, now do they?
B – the head mister of the house. My love, the father of my little loves. My best friend. Also, an idiot.
LD – Idiot Jnr. But his mother's clone. 3.5 years old. Annoying. But really pretty. But really annoying. Great hair.
Zee – Tiny one. Supremely lovable but also, annoying. 1-year-old and ready for anything. Needs to sleep more. Possible favourite.
I write about being a mum. No points for originality. I piss and moan and swear a lot. Again, no points. But what people most often say about The Little Mumma is that I tell it like it is. Hmm, don't love the cliché but I do believe that I tell the truth in a way that not all that many mums do.
The main thing to remember though, as I refer to my beloved children as 'the little fucks' once again, is that THEY ARE MY LIFE. LD and Zee, B and me. Embarrassingly rhymey but our life is the shizz. And I live my life from a place of gratitude – but if I wrote about sunshine and rainbows every day, I fear it would lack meaning or relevance.
So, The Little Mumma is "I LOVE MY LIFE but let me tell you about the million ways my kids tried to ruin it today" – if you can relate, welcome!
Enjoy and leave me a message if you care 🙂