The Potty Diaries: Stop press...

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>> Tuesday, 22 May 2012

... I am just a big softy at heart. And yes, I am smart enough to realise this song is shamelessly manipulating our emotions but you know what? I love it anyway.

4 comments:

Attachment Mummy, 22 May 2012 21:06: When I saw the first couple of lines in my reader, I thought you were talking about the Eurovision babushki! :)
Potty Mummy, 23 May 2012 09:09: AM, sadly I didn't get to see it. Did I miss anything worth watching?
Muddling Along, 23 May 2012 10:52: Is it wrong I sat there thinking - gosh Gary Barlow worked out how to get the trip of a lifetime there!

Off to google who some of the people were (recognised Prince Harry obviously)
Potty Mummy, 23 May 2012 17:38: MAM - it may be wrong, but I thought the same thing...

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Potty Mummy

Moscow, Russia

Dictionary definition of Potty: 'somewhat silly or crazed, addlebrained'. I started this blog to share the benefit of my - admittedly limited - experience of potty training my two boys, and to show that whilst it can be hell, it also can be done. All things must pass though (thank goodness - my sons are now 8 and 6), and potty training for us has been consigned to history, so this has become more of a blog to stop me becoming potty than about the potty. And if you can understand my twisted logic, I hope you enjoy these extremely subjective anecdotes on being a stay-at-home mum transplanted to Moscow and still coming to terms with not also being a career woman. Really. You'd think I'd be over it by now; it's been 5 years since I last worked in an office - and went to the loo with the door shut - after all... You can also find me writing as Clare Taylor on Powder Room Graffiti and in the blog section of the Moscow Times on 'Diaries of a Moscow Mum'.

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