You see? I'm a bit of an idiot. It's annoying. I just cannot help it. I fall over, I say stupid things, I put my foot in it, I get over excited, I give myself a headache with my incessant chatter. I trot, I use my hands and make gestures (I am sure many a person saw me doing 'blogging typing' whilst talking). I swear and have a very, very small filter.
And you know what? I do beat myself up about it quite a bit. I always think this will be the day I turn into a chic, self assured woman and then I fall over in a school fire drill, or get a bit drunk and have a row with someone or say something deeply inappropriate about my private parts in the staff room. I think it's just time to accept it. I am and never will be 'cool'. Never ever ever ever. I can wear a nice dress from Top Shop, I can carry a Marc Jacobs bag but when I win a Pimms hamper??? Do I go oh whatevs I don't want it? No I SCREAM, trot and hold it above my head like She-ra would and then carry the fooker all the way back to Birmingham.
It's a shame really, I am a bright girl (OK I'm 36 but I prefer girl), I have a Masters in Education, went to an all girls Grammar School and apparently I am a pretty good teacher. But alas this is hidden by trots, hand gestures and me offering to show my c section scar or inadvertently annoying a stranger and then over compensating by apologising loudly and continuously.
So to all the beautiful and intelligent women I met at Brit Mums Live you now know my secret. I'm a buffoon. And I promise when I see you again? And I will you marvellous people. I will for sure vow to try and be cool again, and then fall off the train.
*In short Brit Mums Live was amazing and I learnt so much, I laughed loads and cried a bit. If you are considering going next year? Please do. I'm sure lots of blogs will write about it but I got drunk and only took crap pictures. Sorry!
The lovely blogger babs in the above photos include:
And the very lovely Wry Mummy who must have been too busy being fab to be in the pics!