Friday, 8 June 2012

Food & Babies

It's recently come to my attention (and probably to the attention of my blog readers) that all I really go on about these days is two things......


And babies.

The first thing isn't anything new. I've always been obsessed with food, cooking and planning what I will be eating next (loads of people keep asking how I am not obese so I am planning on doing a blog post about that soon.....). But the babies thing is most definitely new. Well, 8 months new. And I worry that I have turned into one of those women I hate. One of those women I swore I would never turn into.

You know the ones. The ones who only update their Facebook status to let you know how their little one is getting on with their potty training. Or who only use Twitter to compare notes on whether to feed their baby bottle or breast. And recently I have started to become a little paranoid. Not so much in terms of social networking - 80% of my Twitter/Facebook feeds are probably a bit baby orientated but not obsessively so. It's my chat in general that I am a bit paranoid about. 

Not even so much with my friends. On the rare occasion that I do get to catch up with my mates, I make a real effort not to spend the whole time talking about nappies and night feeds. It's my chat with my boyfriend that I'm worried about. While he's off 5 days a week doing important things like running a hotel and ensuring we have enough money for food on the table, I am getting over-excited because I finally managed to get Ava to finish all of her Weetabix. And when you start to realise that that is the most exciting thing you have going on in your life right now. You start to feel all kinds of emotions.



Pissed off.

And I've been feeling a bit like that for a few weeks now. Like I'm a little bit insignificant. Now I know that isn't true. I'm very significant to Ava. Without me there would be no-one to put her down for naps, make sure she is dressed in matching colours and sneak her mini chocolate croissants when her Dad's at work. And I'm still pretty significant to my boyfriend. I hope.

But I'm getting boring. I'm starting to bore myself. And I need to get back to work. To have something else going on in my life. Don't get me wrong - food and babies will still play a huge part of my life. They are my favourite things in the whole wide world after all. But now that I can add a job to the mix I think I will be a bit happier. 

Problem is I am still not ready to put Ava into childcare yet. She is 8 months old and while I bare no judgement on those who put their babies into nursery from an even earlier age, I just feel she is too young and not ready. Scratch that. I'M the one who probably isn't ready. 

But I am lucky enough to be able to work for myself. Or at least try to. So a new business venture takes off pretty soon. And I'm excited.....

Hold tight for a post soon of me moaning about how difficult it is being a working mum. 


Anonymous said...

For what it is worth, I don't think you are a baby bore at all! I think some women fall into that, I have one particular friend who updates Facebook 20x a day with things like "Baby just ate a cherry tomato", "Baby is looking out of the window".
But you are not, and you come across as a total yummy mummy =)
Anyway, best of luck in your business adventures!

daisychain said...

I don't think you are a baby bore,

nor do I think you should put pressure on yourself...Ava is only this age once, do what feels right for YOU x

Dawn Young said...

You've just made me feel much better! :) xxx

Dawn Young said...

You are totally right. When she's older I'll look back and wish I could have these years again! Xx

Leanne Cornelius said...

I don't think you're a baby bore either, make the most of the special moments and sod it if people may think you're being boring.
Good luck with the exciting new venture x

Dawn Young said...

Awesome :) Thanks xx