Valuable lessons I’ve learned as a mum

This blog is all about new things I’m experiencing this year. Many of them are related to having a baby, but I’ve not yet actually acknowledged that the sheer fact of being a mum is the biggest “first” I’ve ever experienced. Pretty much every new parent starts the world’s most important and responsible job with no or little experience. There are no user manuals, no instruction sessions and no supervisors to consult. So here are some vital tips I’d like to share with any future and new parents out there:
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Day 197 – how did we get by without this?

I’m becoming such a stereotypical mum! A few days ago, I read about a new product in the parenting magazine I’ve subscribed to. It sounded amazing, so I went straight online and bought it. Well, I have to say I’m glad I did because it’s one of the best baby-related products I’ve ever seen. It’s going to make our lives so much easier!
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Day 175 – a new kind of service

A fairly new craze in Germany is the concept of supermarkets that deliver and websites that offer a shopping and delivery service. Barely a day goes by on which I don’t get offered a voucher for some sort of delivery service or other. As I’m not allowed to lift at the moment, I thought it a great opportunity to finally give one of them a try. Continue reading

Day 156 – of fleas and men

Today’s “first” meant I had to get up at 4:15 am. It’s not often that I leave the house before sunrise (well, not in the summer, anyway). I felt excited, as if I was going on holiday, half expecting my dad to appear with a sugary donut from an old man’s stall, like he would in my childhood when we got off a ferry in Greece at four or five in the morning.

As I drove past a group of twenty-somethings obviously on their way home from a night out, I thought how much I love this time when the last ones to go to bed and the first ones to be up cross ways. How strange, though, to be among the first ones up rather than stumbling home with a kebab in one hand and my shoes in the other. I guess this is another sign I’m becoming an adult.

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