Wry Mummy is two!
And still a complete mystery to most of my family and friends.
“It’s my own website, grandma. You know, on the computer.”
“Your own website?”
“Oh,” baffled nodding and unsure smiling from the dear nonagenarian.
“Is that for your blog, mummy?”
“What IS a blog, mummy?”
Well, indeed. Explaining a blog to a small child or a 90-year old lady is understandably hard, but it’s almost as hard to most people I know and meet.
“What do you do?”
“Nothing at the moment. I mean, apart from being a mum.”
“And I have a blog.”
“It’s like a funny mummy blog. Tries to be funny anyway.”
“Oh, ok. Is that like, your job?”
But does it matter that most people don’t get what I do? I don’t understand what my husband does, and we’ve been together 14 years. If you ask me, he works “in IT”. *eye roll from Mr Wry*
The best way of describing it is that basically, my blog is my baby. Er, except now it’s my toddler.
My first ever post was Kids’ Bedtime – The Last Straw. Two years on, the 7pm-8pm vortex still kills me.