Finding Mummy’s Smile. Blogtober 18th.

Dear diary,

Mister C is playing with Baby C and here I am. With my coffee. Breathing it in.

Just thought you might like to know.

Regards, Miss Cookas.

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Hey Diary,

How are you? I’m still good. Really good, actually. Mister C is looking after Baby C, today. He said I should go out and just be…

So, I guess I’ll just go now.

Love, Miss Cookas.

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Dear Diary,

There must be some misunderstanding. I thought I was having a ‘me’ day.

But everywhere I look, I see my baby boy.

He is here.

And here.

And yes. He is here, too.

But it’s not your fault diary. I’m a Mummy now. I love my baby boy to bits. I guess that means that even a ‘me’ day is still going to be a ‘we’ day from now on. And I think I’m okay with that.

Alright, well, I better get back to it.

xxx Miss C.

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Dearest Diary,

I thought you might like to know that I’ve had a really great ‘me’ day. I even found my smile.

There was no baby to help me find it. No hubby, either. Just me. And I found it!

It was here.

And here.

Oh, diary. The smile I found today was so good.

See.

Umm. Maybe a little too good.

Signing off (with a smile),

Miss Cookas.