I’m 30 something and married, with two small children, a house and a book deal.
I find all of these things more surprising on a daily basis than I probably should.
Perhaps because a few years ago I was a 20 something, single drama student sharing a room in the most incredible, overcrowded, damp, dirty and brilliant London ex-council house that any dodgy lettings agent ever managed to flog. Sleeping til lunchtime and free as a bird.
I’m still not quite sure what happened…
I’m a restless creative who would love to be a domestic goddess, baking genius, supermummy and glorious homemaker. While taking over the artistic, theatrical and literary worlds. At the same time as fending off depression. Again. It’s a little hectic.
This blog is (in my time-honoured tradition) an attempt to do too many things at once: record the precious moments in our little family’s life through the fog of sleep-deprivation; give me chance to exercise my creativity in the midst of my dinosaur-fighting, Cbeebies-filled world of endless laundry; and, hopefully, to help me figure out who I am now that I’m not what I was before.
Hopefully it will also be an honest wander through depression and recovery. If you have no idea what it’s like, maybe you’ll get a little insight. And if you do, it’s always good to have one more hand to hold.
So join us on our little adventure…who knows – it could be fun. And rumour has it, it’s cheaper than therapy.