Working from home, no more commuting, flexible hours, spending more time with the kids - it's what being a Mumpreneur is all about - isn't it?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.After the birth of Boy Two, the thought of returning to the office wasn't appealing to Mosey, but days filled with nappies and Alphabet Spaghetti failed to thrill either.Why not employ herself, Mosey thought. A mum's concierge business combined with training to be a doula was bound to rake in a profit. Twelve months maternity leave to make it work. How hard could it be?But Mosey and her mumpreneur mates soon discover that sleepless nights, flaky partners, finance crises and marital breakdowns are all par for the course when mixing babies and a business. Boy One won't eat, Boy Two won't sleep, business ventures are strangled at birth, the mortgage is rocketing and sole wage-earner husband is on the verge of losing his job. In her own year of living dangerously, will Mosey make the break or reluctantly rejoin the rat race?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.