Everything changes tomorrow. I’ll be ducking out of the early morning nappy battles and CBeebies sessions, swapping morning mum duties for getting behind a microphone. Tomorrow, I will become: Radio Mum.
Although the new show doesn’t actually start until the 9th of January, I have a few days to get Radio Mum down to a tee. In my head, Radio Mum swans into the studio looking all sleek, with a perfectly chosen outfit, manicured nails and glossy flowing Holly Willoughby-esque mane. Radio Mum is organised, having packed the baby’s change bag the night before, right before she laid out the baby’s clothes to save the husband a job in the morning. Radio Mum makes the tea as soon as she gets home from work at 1pm, ready to devote an entire afternoon to play with the baby and be Mum Extraordinaire.
But I’m a realist.
I know 4am starts aren’t particularly pretty, even if it’s to do a job that has dream written all over it. I know it will take every ounce of non-whingeing to take on an evening of further freelance feature writing and copywriting, after being jumped on by an 18 month old and battling Mother Guilt every step of the way.
So wish me luck. And remind me to stock up on the under-eye cream and only buy non-iron clothes from now on.