I’m pretty awesome.
And funny. Really funny, and not just in my head. I think.
That’s probably all you need to know about me, isn’t it?
But if you want to read about the boring stuff, then here it is:
Hi I’m Sue and I’m a mum of two pre-schoolers, and stepmum to two tweenies.
Why on Earth did I call myself Wub Boo Mummy, I hear you ask? Because one day my little girl wrapped her arms around my neck and said “Wub boo mummy” for the first time. It just doesn’t get better than that.
Life experiences that made me into the person I am today…
My childhood was spent living in Australia, South Africa, Scotland and England.
Way back in the mists of time, at the tender age of 16, I went on the youth training scheme in England and was sent to work in a legal office. After working in reception for a while, much to my surprise, I was promoted to the position of Assistant to one of the Criminal Lawyers. My job was to go to court with her and take notes. Her need for an assistant soon became apparent – she was a chain smoker who just couldn’t go without a smoke long enough for each session in Court. The job was a real eye opener as I got to visit our clients in prison, sit in on murder trials, and my all time favourite trial, a blackmail case involving a prostitute and her pimp. Lets just say that by the time I left that job I was a lot less naieve.
A move to New Zealand saw a few career changes – from legal executive in a law firm, to immigration consultant, to personnel consultant, to Art Director/Assistant Editor for Dive NZ magazine to my ultimate career choice, Paramedic. Gosh all that makes me sound as if I’m really old. But I’m not. Well not in my mind anyway. I worked really hard to become a Paramedic and am enormously proud of all that I achieved. But I gave it all away to take on my most challenging role yet – mum to my two little monsters.
Motherhood didn’t go as well as I’d planned and I struggled to cope after the birth of my son. It wasn’t until after the birth of my daughter that I was diagnosed with severe postnatal depression. All I can say is thank goodness for happy pills. Eventually I came off the pills, but found myself struggling again. I began writing as a way of coping when it was too hard – my focus was to only write about the good or funny things that occurred in my day to day drudgery. After a while I was focussing more and more on the good stuff and life didn’t seem as hard. The quirky idiot I’d always been was back.