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The first post. The boring post

1. I'm new to this...


So this is my first ever blog. And I didn't think it was possible to be nervous about rambling about my life when there's a possible chance no one is ever going to read this. So, some stuff about me, I'm in my early twenties, mother to one adorable little demon and I'm tubby - none of this "oh but you're not fat" BS you can't even see me, I'm under 5' 4" and I'm a size 18, I'm tubby, but I rock it. You can't love boobs and a bum and not expect a tum.

I love food, fashion, music and art - and I am crap at... all of them. I know, you're only six lines into my blog and I've insulted myself about 6 or 7 times, I really do see the light in all of it, and to be honest, I'm probably wrong about at least one of them (it's definitely not the cooking). I just prefer to see life as 'glass half empty'. My reason being, when something good happens (like the birth of my baby) it makes it so much more wonderful than it already is.  

One of my new years resolutions is to blog for a month or so and see where it goes. Having a little one does tire you out, but when she's napping and I'm wide awake, I'm bored, and need someone to talk to when everyone's at work. So that's where this blog comes in, I can ramble about my thoughts and feelings - will talk about how I got to the point of still being a SAHM when I really should return to my day job, and my little one, my mini cheddar. It sounds balls I know but it might be a funny read, I don't know yet, it could be as fun as a date with Patrick Bateman, only 2018 will tell really. But overall I hope it's relatable to people (if not I'm shipping myself to the nearest loony bin).

So here it goes, maybe my next post isn't as boring....
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