It was a commute to work whilst heavily pregnant with baby number two that sparked Mosey's 'now or never' decision to get off the 9-5 treadmill. Inhaling lungfuls of deliciously ripe BO from a fat bloke's armpit somewhere between Regent's Park and Oxford Circus may have been the tipping point.
Determined to keep her baby-brain alive and her finances healthy while still being around for story time and bumped knees‚ Mosey decided to start her own fledgling PR business from home‚ taking risks and weathering crises to try and grasp that elusive work/life balance the mags all witter on about.
The Mumpreneur Diaries is one woman's hilarious account of her struggle to make ends meet as a kitchen table tycoon. Determined not to return to office drudgery‚ Mosey frantically juggles the daily dramas and tensions of working from home with her husband‚ kids‚ family and friends. Will her marriage survive? Will her first child stop calling the childminder his 'second mummy'? Why doesn't anyone want to buy her sideline in breastmilk testing strips? It's enough stress to drive a woman to a solitary mid-afternoon glass of wine or two.
For support and inspiration‚ Mosey joins a twinset and pearls ladies networking circle and creates a breakaway faction: The Mumpreneur Club. A group of like-minded mothers who meet once a week over tea and cakes (or quite frequently gin and nibbles) to share business tips‚ tricks and contacts.
Mosey's down-to-earth‚ wry look at life as a frazzled one-woman business is laugh-out-loud funny and full of warmth. This is a 'mumoir' that will inspire‚ motivate and charm would-be mumpreneurs everywhere.