I've done the 7 minute workout, I'd like to see the 7 wonders of the world, I live in Sevenoaks, and as Becky said in her last blog post, we were attending the 7th Mumpreneur UK awards. But waking up 7 minutes before I had to pick Becky up, because my alarm clock had failed to go off at 5.30am, was not how I wanted to start the day. If you've ever seen Michael McIntyre's sketch on women putting on a pair of tights, then imagine Becky's amusement as I tried to subtly do this on the train, while some poor chap sat across the aisle from us.
In the meantime, we found ourselves in a room full of women in a conference centre somewhere between Coventry and Birmingham. When you gather together such a large group of women, who are all mixing motherhood with running a business, you get an interesting, slightly emotional and fairly comical combination, which added to the surreal nature of the day. Ice breakers involved finding a man, a blue shoe, a pink business card and a lighter. The rest of the day involved a lot of coffee, a fair amount of wine, some very inspirational stories, and a bit of crying, all topped off with Caprice's advice to cover up the baps and fight for it (and she wasn't talking about Snoob).
Q: "How did you get men in big businesses to take you seriously?"
A: "Well it's my own fault for getting my tits out on the cover of FHM for years that they didn't initially, but people have to start taking you seriously when the figures demonstrate your business' success."
There were other good speakers, some with moving stories, one of whom in particular is a truly AMAZING lady, but that's a whole blog post in itself, so we'll save that for another time.
All women speaking and attending were testament to the fact many women manage to juggle running a business successfully with family life. Some were expecting another child, some had babes in arms, and some, like us have moved from that stage to the next when teenage and pre-teen issues have started to factor in our lives.
The day had started with no shower, no hair washing and no dignity on a train. And it ended with no award for us. But we had been selected as finalists out of 3000 entries, so we left safe in the knowledge we're still totally ACE. We returned to London to see the Tricolore lighting up many buildings from the train window. Our thoughts had been with all who had been affected by these horrific events and it was both sobering to return to reality and good to see our Capital showing support.
p.s. I'm sure you'll be as pleased as I was to hear that my alarm clock DID go off. At 5.30pm.