First blog ever.

So here I am, writing a blog. The stuff of dreams.

I'll be honest with you I'm finding it a challenge. I'm scared, it's scary, I'm a scaredy cat. Who knew? I'm one of those lets-look-at-everyone-else's-blog-first-to-see-how-to-do-it people, the kind who read witty, intelligent, award winning blogs and know they can't compete, can never produce anything quite so brilliant. I get deflated and start huffing and puffing, and resting my head pensively against a window, stroking the glass because it feels so smooth...

But I'm giving it a go so yeah, go me, whoop whoop. And if its rubbish well...well....um....well it doesn't matter. Does it? Ooh, I don't want people laughing at me. Ah, stuff it - they can laugh.... Ha ha ha, I'll laugh with them. (Except I totally won't laugh, not my strong point if I'm honest).

I think I'll find enough stuff to talk about, though. Stuff seems to happen to me, leaving me with two options...either cry and never emerge from my bedroom again or write about it and have it out in the open. Like the time I had a conversation with another mother at the school about the holiday we were going on. "Oh yes, we love cottaging." The time I was in a toilet cubicle with one of my sons and he shouted at the top of his voice "Please don't hit me mummy". The time I shoulder hi-fived a tescos delivery man and left him dazed and confused on my door step. (Long story, it was a mix up - I don't normally touch delivery men unless they're particularly dishy).
It's going to be an adventure and I frigging can't wait.

So for now I'm off to bed, it's been a long day and tomorrow I have to be with dozens of little children, most of whom are mine. Wouldn't have it any other way.