Not-So-Scrummy Mummy

When I told my best friend Pete that I was expecting Nipper his comment was "you going to be one of those scrummy mummies then?" My reply was "not-so-scrummy more like". I'm not really one for getting all titivated up unless there's a good reason for it. There's no point in putting on a face full of slap, a silk frock and a pair of stilletto's when you're going to be digging up weeds or chasing a toddler. When I got married earlier this year two seperate male friends made comments along the 'you brush up well' lines. I guess I generally look a bit dire and it's a shock to the system when I put in some effort!

If you drop in on me you'll likely find me looking like this:

Though when the occasion demands it I can look like this:

The same attitude applies to my house-keeping skills really. I can cook but I'm no Nigella, and I've got nothing on Flylady! So long as the house is reasonably clean and there's food in the fridge I try to 'not sweat the small stuff' too much (unless the in-laws are imminent!). If you call in on me unexpectedly you'll find a mountain of ironing, toys everywhere and dust-bunnies around the place. But then, as we all know, there's more to life than housework!

However, perhaps I'm over-estimating my house-keeping worth. I've just come across the 1930's Marital Scale over at 'A Thrifty Mrs'. Check out my score on my side-bar. It would seem I'm beyond redemption - lol!

Not-So-Scrummy Mummy