I've written 'about us' probably around 6 or 7 times since I started this blog and thought it would be easier to just write bullet points, no? Ugh, I sound like a teacher I used to have. I'm blatantly going to be a teacher...
I am 27 and Lil is almost 2 (born April 2011).
I'm a student and I stay home to look after my daughter. Studying and childcare do not go together.
I love Twitter, without it I'd be very lonely.
I often get mistaken for being 'cool'. I am not cool, I watch Emmerdale and like hanging out with old people (they are cool).
I am insanely shy and hate being in a room full of people I don't know. I wing it, I always wing it. But I rarely enjoy it.
I am obsessed with posh candles (Diptyque, anyone?)
I'm often told wearing my heart on my sleeve isn't always a good thing (and to those people I have nothing to say except 'fuck you').
The man I married was my boss. I thought he was gay when he interviewed me and I knew he'd fallen for me only two weeks after I started my job. We were in Paris (for work). SUCKER.
I am really bossy.
I have an unhealthy crush on Nigel Slater.
Lil's favourite thing to do is pull funny faces.
She loves the camera.
Her favourite place is London.
She has a freakishly good memory.
At the age of (almost) 2, she is a fan of One Direction. Harry is her favourite.
She sometimes calls me Charlotte. It amuses me and scares me at the same time.
Her favourite thing in the whole world is our dog, Monty.
She likes to sing and dance, especially infront of the mirror.
Lilian Vera Rose has changed my life in ways I never thought possible, she likes to push my buttons.
When I started this blog, I didn't even realise baby blogs existed. I didn't know much about anything before Lil got born. I wanted to write about how god awful pregnancy and motherhood could be, because you never really get told how bad it sometimes is. So I guess it's just one big disclaimer: Hey, you.... being a Mum is great, when it's not shit... etc.
But here is one other disclaimer: If you don't like the brutal truth or swearing then you'd better fu... move along.