Fudging my way through motherhood to a noisy four-year-old girl and wild two-year-old boy. Who knew this parenting sizzle was such hard work.
Former individual, now pretty much given over self to be a mum. I used to have conversations about stuff, now important things fall out of my brain every day.
Married to Mr MotherFudger, who is damn good at listening to me rant and bleat on about the usual domestic crap. The thing is a lot of the domestic moans are about him.
I am a cliche – see above.
Living in the UK, largely holidays in the UK (due to children and inability to brave anything over a three-hour-drive).
Dreams of lie ins and plastic surgery in later life.
Need more cash. See above.