So here I go, Post number one. I've just hoovered down a massive ten piece dragon roll/Kewpie mayo sushi box and now instead of feeling upbeat and ready to go, I've got some serious mayo sweats going on... Anyway - The Cowboy Mum - my new blog - inspired into being while breastfeeding behind a closed curtain at Westfield, St Lukes... Coffee - cold, iphone - dead, germs - lurking in every nook, poo smell - rife, exhausted mums bitching about the world - copious... And I realised - not for the first time - that it's tough out here in the wild wild west of motherhood. Many of us are riding solo, the sun of a previous life dawning on our backs - the future, a looming desert of sleepless nights and Dr Phil re-runs. Yes indeed it's tough. But have no fear, Cowboy mum is here - to listen, guide, slander and preach. I should caution my readers though... I'm deathly afraid of horses, snakes and fire. I attract sand like a magnet. I despise cowboy boots and animal print (I have always rebelled against my westie roots, I was the one at Green bay High wearing fluro Orange jeans and matching lime print tee - which i might add are jean colours that have found their way back into the shops for at least a THIRD time!) The point is, like many I was thrust into motherhood without a clue of how life might change for me, but here i am two kids down and a pocketbook full of new experiences, tricks and gimmicks that may help, amuse, enrage and entertain other fellow cowboy mums out there in the world :)
Bought to you of course by my little-business-that-could,
Harry's Garden
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