May in Brighton is my favourite. The city feels like it’s waking up creative, chaotic and gloriously sun-drenched (for at least an afternoon or two). I made it to SpiegelGardens last weekend, devoured the best birria tacos, and soaked up the kind of fab festival vibes that somehow manage to be both kid and rosé friendly.
I even managed to squeeze in some Open Houses – the dream combo of art, cake and snooping around other people’s bathrooms… I mean interiors. I mean art.
This month began with a sea swim and a hot yoga class, my attempt to restore balance. It was all going well until a mid-pose milk-spraying incident reminded me who’s really in charge. I also booked a baby sensory course and (naturally) didn’t attend a single class.
I made a bold return to festival life with a trip to Liverpool Sound City, as I’ve joined their Board and this is my first fest since having baby number two. I lasted precisely one set before getting that call from my partner: “The baby won’t settle!” So much for the comeback tour.
Meanwhile, my first baby, Liberty Music PR, turned nine. Exactly nine years ago I quit corporate life in the city to start my own thing. Nine years of building a business, leading a global team and somehow keeping small humans alive.
Honestly, I could write a book on how not to run a company. I’ve made all the mistakes, hired the wrong people and torn up every rulebook going. But it’s been the most incredible white-knuckle ride and I wouldn’t change it.
Some days I’m leading a team call, most days I’m scraping puree off the floors. But in those rare moments when the baby naps, the inbox is calm and there’s a chilled glass of fizz nearby, I feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m doing alright.
To all the multitasking mamas out there: you’ve got this. Even if you never make it to baby sensory.
