Mum About Town

Emma is a freelance writer, lifestyle blogger and online marketer. When she’s not writing, she gets down with her Smalls, bigs-it-up with Him and swans around London reporting for her blog.

Turning off for Christmas

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on Tuesday, 17 December 2013
We’re on the verge of hitting wind-down time to coincide with the fat man in red slipping down our non-existent chimney. Except that we’re anything but wound down. Instead we are MAXED out and I wholeheartedly blame technology.

Yes - I know - without Amazon we would be a different sort of frazzled and at least the odd e-Christmas card has prevented some degree of RSI. But there is no doubt in my mind that with omnipresent technology, we are dangerously close to spiraling out of control.

Picture this. The presents are wrapped, Ocado has delivered, the cranberry sauce is made, the table is laid and, with ‘A Wonderful Life’ on the box, all is calm, peaceful and quiet. But… there you are on the sofa, snuggled up with your loved ones, losing out on the precious moment as you OBSESSIVELY check your Instagram feed (keeping track of those supposedly having more fun) or instead tweet some alcohol fuelled almost-wit.

I think they now call this Status Anxiety as we struggle to show the (social media) world that we still exist. Or is it that we are suffering from a bad case of FOMO (fear of missing out) as we feel compelled to comment willy-nilly on another’s status? Either way it’s utterly draining and completely unhealthy and not in the least bit festive. My advice? Lock up your smartphone, forget the virtual universe and raise a glass of sherry to a purely retro, non-tech-additive Christmas.



You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.

Divorce

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on Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Isn’t divorce a grubby old process? As the Saatchi/Lawson court case continues and dirty washing is being aired in a way we never (previously) thought possible, I feel that perhaps we’ve all seen enough. Enough, enough, enough. And I don’t doubt that many of these endless ‘reports’ aren’t even true. When it comes down to it, I’d rather believe less of Saatchi’s accusations about the woman who taught me to eat straight from the larder (albeit mine is cupboard whereas hers is an entire room).

But another’s divorce details simply ARE grubby and awful and absolutely none of our business. And yet, whenever anyone gets divorced they over-share their grubbiness as if it’s hot gossip. I suppose they think that we really NEED to know what went on behind their closed doors, when we’d much rather they’d move on and leave us out of it. I’m certain that Charles must have at least a couple of friends he could rant to and, if not, I hear a therapist can work a treat. Nigella’s recreational habits are her business and after all, we should remind the media, it’s a couple of alleged fraudsters on trial not a marriage.

So, let’s not engage nor even twitch the net curtains. That way our domestic goddess might crack an egg and whip up a really good pudding.



You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.

Party season

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on Tuesday, 03 December 2013
Party season is creeping up on us and here lies a bit of a problem; we’re all dog-tired. Sapped of energy, irritable from lack of light and sporting a to-do list as long as tinsel. And if we’re not present punching online or word-cramming those carols, we’re wincing at last minute recorder recitals, dashing to nativity/gym-displays/ performance assemblies (delete as appropriate) or warding away that pre-festive virus sweeping its way to a house near you…

Yes, we are absolute exhausted. Him, them, me and even our most laidback au pair seems to need some respite from this end of Christmas term mayhem. But we HAVE to party: drinks, nibbles, dinners, brunches…. This is the season to party and appear merry. It’s just a shame I don’t have an invitation to a masked ball, a big grown-up sleepover nor a ‘dress-as-a-zombie’ soiree…

In an effort to at least a little more presentable for Small’s Christmas concert, I made the big mistake of going to the local hairdresser. Of course my tresses look a darn sight better, but those fashion magazines dumped on my lap made me feel even more exhausted. Their glossy hair, clear skin and flat tums all rounded off with those huge whitened smiles…

They do say it takes a village to make these Hollywood glam girls look that good but I’m pretty sure right now I would need the whole of London town.



You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.

When the Smalls are away…

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on Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Lord and Lady Y have just called offering to have our Smalls for a sleep over this Saturday night. The offer makes me feel literally giddy with excitement and before I had even hung up, all activities previously planned for the weekend had been mentally cancelled. Because, quite frankly, 24 hours without offspring is Father Christmas come early for ANY parent - even if his big red sack isn’t yet full.

And now, while I should be sitting here working, I am dreaming of my freedom. Our freedom. We can talk, without being interrupted. We can read… to ourselves. We can just be, without being parents. I mean, how many films d’you reckon we could squeeze in? I know He wants to see Barry Humphries as Dame Edna so we could try and get returns for that too. Oh and I could trick Him into a little festive shopping before an early cocktail at the chic new Winter bar at the Churchill Hotel too?

Winter Wonderland also opens this weekend. But we wouldn’t want to see anyone else struggling with their smalls so we should avoid that. Our 24 hours must be childless, a make-believe world where little people and their running noses don’t exist. We need to remember those days without the responsibility, the nagging and the incessant planning.

Of course the list of what I SHOULD be doing is also endless: the tax return, client invoices or even a tidy up of this mess we call home. But that would be NO fun at all. Instead, this weekend I’ll sleep and play, because the Smalls are away…!



You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.

Working mum

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on Monday, 18 November 2013
I used to think that there were only two kinds of mothers: those who went to work and those who didn’t. And now, of course, I realise that I am the third type: the one who falls in between, in no-mum-land.

Those who wear high heels and swishy power suits aren’t sure whether or not to ask me what I’m up to today as I drop the Smalls at the school gates. Meanwhile, those sporting flat tummies in their Lululemon work-out gear are unsure about how busy I really am in my freelance world so tend to hesitate before suggesting I join their coffee shop gang…

I’ve said it before and I’m bound to wax lyrical again, but I honestly feel that one of the hardest things about giving up your career to have children isn’t losing the salary. It’s about losing your place in the world. Suddenly you’re not the somebody you were, but instead you’re somebody’s mum. Of course, being the best mother you know how IS a full time job and anyway flexible, part-time jobs are few and far between but, most crucially, the cost of going back to work is more than a number of us can possibly earn.

The government hasn’t helped the situation either. George Osborne’s changes to childcare subsidy and child benefit costs could feel like an attack on full-time mothers. Having worked part-time (often dressed in my OWN lululemon uniform) for the last nine years that I have been the Smalls’ mum, I’m constantly juggling the balancing act of work/family commitments – whilst also trying to discover my still relatively new identity…


You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.


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