Posted in Parenting

Kids: Read this before you disturb me!

I’m having 20 minutes ‘me time’ – so kids, follow these simple steps before you break down the bathroom door:

  1. Is there anybody in our family with a life threatening illness or injury? If the answer is no perhaps Dad can assist you instead?
  2. Need help locating and/or identifying Dad? No problem! Dad is usually located on or near to a soft furnishing i.e. the sofa. He is the person who buys you McDonalds for dinner, doesn’t care that your bedroom resembles a crime scene and can burp the alphabet for your pleasure and entertainment.
  3. Now that you have located Dad, ask the following question:
    Is he responding to your request or complaint? If not – DON’T PANIC. Dad is probably just engrossed in the Disney film that you lost interest in half an hour ago. Say the word ‘Dad’ in a desperate and whiney tone (approximately 15 times) and he should acknowledge your presence.
  4. Now that you’ve got your Dad’s attention, relay to him your complaint or requirement. Make it clear and simple – Dad will still be half concentrating on the Disney film. Nevertheless, he should be able to assist you.Fun Fact Alert: Your Dad has 50% parental responsibility and CAN make you drink while I’m trying to relax! Who knew?!!
  5. Hopefully your issue has now been resolved and Mum has not been disturbed.If however you still need to liaise with me, go ahead. There is part of me that secretly likes playing eye spy while I’m in the bath or discussing the wonders of the solar system. I guess there are some things that even Dads can’t help with 🙂
    bathmum
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How Easy is it to be a Successful Mumpreneur?

Blog1Like a lot of sleep deprived, disorganised, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of Mums, I often wonder what it would be like to run a successful business of my own. To not have to get in my car every morning and drive to the office thinking about the 501 things I need to do at home (but can’t). But how easy is it? Really?

Everyday I log into Facebook and see yet another smug (but annoyingly inspirational) status from a Mum selling Arbonne Make-up or Stella & Dot jewellery. Her house is tidy, she obviously managed to clean her teeth for more than 30 seconds and, more importantly, she’s getting to spend quality time with her children. Unlike me, who today only managed to play with my daughter once, and that was a game of Plop Trumps while I was loading the dishwasher and keeping an eye on the super noodles.

So I decided to do some research. I invited round the smug friend who sells Arbonne make-up and unless she’s lying through her annoyingly clean teeth, it sounds like this whole mumpreneur thing could be as good as it sounds. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that selling make-up is the answer to every struggling Mum’s dreams. The only time I tried to contour my face I was less Kim Kardashian and more Kryton from Red Dwarf. BUT there is definitely a mind set that maybe we (and when I say ‘we’ I mean every fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants kind of Mum) could learn from.

My smug and successful friend brought round a bottle of wine and chatted to me about her life. She does work hard, but its definitely on her terms. And with 4 young  children, she does represent the kind of Mum I’d like to be.

“I don’t need to sell the make-up, it sells itself” she said. Now, I think there’s a deeper meaning here. As far as I can tell, being a successful mumpreneur isn’t just about finding something you can sell on eBay (and I’m not talking about your children). It’s about finding something you’re passionate about – that you can sell without it really feeling like you’re selling. Whether its make-up, scented candles or novelty underpants. If you love it and you’re ambitious enough, there’s probably a good chance you can make a healthy living out of it.

Now, I better go, my 7 year old daughter is waiting to play a game of Plop Trumps which, by the way, is trump cards where we compare the size, stinkiness and frequency of animals’ faecal matter. I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there somewhere 🙂