Hello!! I’m Emily, I’m trying to have my cake and eat it by juggling motherhood and a career. I have three fantastic children, a husband who puts up with my eccentricities, a 1st class degree in Media with Creative Writing and a profound talent for bodged bakery.
I also have a fondness for Dawson’s Creek reruns and researching the cultural impact of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (that’s my justification for owning all of the box sets).

In a lifestyle overhaul we have moved to the English countryside, where I can be found working from home as an online parent supporter, web editor and blog enthusiast, while negotiating the school run (sometimes we even leave the house on time) and avoiding requests from the PTA. Village life is a new adventure for us having moved around a lot over the past ten years. Its feels wonderful to finally settle down and I’m doing a lot of research into vintage interior design at the moment although I have yet to pick up a paintbrush……

“Secretly we’re all a little more absurd than we make ourselves out to be”- J. K. Rowling

This blog is an honest portrayal of pregnancy, motherhood and beyond

I want to let you fabulous Mummies in on a secret…

It’s okay to burn the homemade bread, wear odd socks and not wash your hair for a week. It’s okay that you screamed and swore in labour, that your cups of chamomile tea taste like cat pee or you only hoover before guests come. You have 3 rolls of floral wallpaper, but they’re in the garage behind the sewing machine…. The sewing machine you had to buy to make bunting but you only used once.

Confessions of a ‘Slummy Mummy’ is a (slightly erratic) lifestyle blog that lets you know you’re not alone (sometimes I stay in my jammies all day too). Be proud ladies, we may not have the farm house kitchen or the little jars with pasta rice and lentils on display, but we have some pretty amazing children and it doesn’t matter if they tread mud into the cream carpet cos we can always clean it tomorrow

4 thoughts on “About 

  1. You are not alone my slummy chum. I too have been caught in nightie flagrante picking up emails in night attire by our Postman who is not the earliest of callers. And then of course, there is the urgent knocking of the Citilink driver who will just not leave a package without the requisite signature. Unfortunately, my lame excuse of “oh dear, you would come early on the one day I have overslept” can only be used once. Perhaps it would be better to fess up and admit to my shortcomings!?
    Auntie M – a fellow slumster, who is old enough to know better!

  2. Hi, I am new to blogging, and have read some of your post and really enjoyed them. I am a mother myself, so find so much truth in your post and look forward to reading more ..Thanks

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