introduction and nappies

Changing yet another shitty nappy it's hard to believe I was once a successful career woman, well I wasn't exactly.... I was an administrator in the RAF, whom was abit of "an enigma", according to my last annual report. Well, I didn't like the guy who wrote that too much either!!! I laugh to myself about when I was given the responsability of being the stationary orderer for the entire office, and I bought a nice black briefcase from the banner catalogue out of the funds, for just me!!! It gave me an air of importance, so obviously made me work harder, thus producing better performance for the office, or something like that!!! What noone knew was that all it had in it was my mobile, a packet of fags and an empty notebook, but it made me feel important. When I had the baby, life changed abit, I moved away to start my new life and so far has been full of ups and downs so thought I'd like to blog. When the nappy pile gets bigger, incidently baby has a poo problem that makes him either not go for a week or go every hour! And he's not a baby now, he's 3, but I still refer to him as the baby, maybe because I know deep down he will be the last, he has to be, I've been divorced twice for gods sake! I am trying to be the apron wearing, muffin making kind of mum, but it doesn't sit well with me, neither do mums and tots groups, but anyway, baby is asleep on the sofa now so I need to wake him up and I think I'm getting a leg massage for mother's day.