Not just a Mutti
Being a new mum, it’s sometimes easy to forget who I was before Busby came into this world. I will eventually have to go back to work, but even now I’m not “just” a Mutti; I’m a whole host of people, squished into one 5’5″ brunette from Brighton.
This is me.
I am: a fiancée, a mother, A DAUGHTER, a friend, a sister, a niece, a chef, A NURSE, a shoulder to cry on, a chest to sleep on, A WRITER, a singer.
I am usually: barmy, HAPPY, smiley, organised, silly, sarcastic, KIND, cheeky, sensible, impatient, DETERMINED, tired, bossy, CREATIVE, hungry, tidy, CLUMSY, giddy.
I am sometimes: hormonal, FRUSTRATED, sad, lazy, SHY, angry, messy, lonely, GREEDY, selfish, shrewd, WITTY.
I like: CHEESE, the way Busby smiles at me first thing in the morning, reading, learning new skills, WHEN NICK GETS HOME FROM WORK, writing, shopping, G&Ts, horse riding, A SCALDING HOT BUBBLE BATH, Sunday mornings in bed with Nick and Busby, Bridget Jones, singing, RED WINE, Berlin, Christmas, MY BIRTHDAY, crafting, Musical Theatre, massages, ZOMBIES, daffodil yellow, Mary Poppins, sticky toffee pudding, TEQUILA!
I dislike: being late, sitting still, MARLEY AND ME, egg whites, wasps, THE SMELL OF ENERGY DRINKS, confrontation, camping, THE IDEA OF GHOSTS, failure, tomatoes, being cold, HOUSE PRICES IN THE SOUTH EAST, pretentious people, crying, renting, THE TASTE OF COFFEE, public transport, text speak spelling, THE PHRASE “YOLO”.
I am all of the above. I am me. I’m not just a Mutti.