Over the festive season which we are all now paying for, I was at an uber cool West London party. Now before you pass judgement, this is firstly a) the first time I had left my bumpkin cave in MONTHS and b) not my usual scene these days.
Anyhoo, as you can imagine I was already feeling extremely bumpkin-fied as slick looking servers shimmied around me with canapes and bubbly. I can handle this, I thought. Old faces, some champers, food to fill my face with.
That is until from one old face spilled out those fateful words…
“So, what are you up to these days? I heard you’re a mummy blogger.” *SCOFF*
I could practically hear the sneer in his voice and the look of disdain pouring out of his pupils.
OK, yes so I am no longer the “high-flying” Editor in Chief I once was, but hey, you know what – times have changed, and so have my priorities. And since when did being a mummy blogger become something to be scoffed at? I get to work part time, earn enough money between that and my freelance work to pay for my childcare, therefore making my own hours and spending quality time with my little girl. Also, I rather love what I do, dare I say ENJOY it, and get to mainly call my own shots.
Of course, staircase wit is a wonderful thing. Of course I know I can wax lyrical about all the reasons why being a mummy blogger is certainly not something to be scoffed at – because at the time my bumpkin self merely smiled sweetly, agreed that yes, that is indeed what I was doing, and quickly made my exit.
So last time I checked, being a mummy blogger certainly isn’t something to be scoffed at – but being a d***head, however – was and is.
Have you had a mummy (or indeed) daddy blogger scoffing moment? Share yours and let’s scoff at those perpetrators instead!
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