I met up with some mum friends recently for a Friday night drink up. And when I say drink up I mean a few glasses of vino, nibbles and bed by ten. Or at least that was what I intended. Instead we had a few more glasses of vino and I didn’t get to bed till past midnight. What was I thinking?! And we had a Santa visit the next day!
Anyways as with most meet ups with mum friends, the conversation tends to focus around our kids and what they have and haven’t been doing. After the weekend we’d had I told them I’d had a complete melt down and had thrown one of b’s toys out of the window. It had been a long day, b had been a monkey and he hadn’t been listening. So the transformer went flying. To be honest I felt pretty silly after getting so worked up. One of the mums commented that life usually sounds so perfect and rosie as per the blog and she was surprised to hear that yes, sometimes things weren’t all happy. And it got me thinking, yes, I blog about fun times, happy days and trying to encourage my boy to eat well, but I’m certainly no “wonder mum”!
So here we are, a few snippets of the sh*t times at the me and b hq!
– The majority of the time I feel like I’m failing as a mother. My son has tantrums, he doesn’t listen and he throws things at me. Where did I go wrong and is it all “normal”? After chatting to mum friends who have boys, it sounds pretty normal. I find it really tough though because everyone else seems to have dream children. They don’t shout, scream, throw things or destroy their toys.
– I found maternity leave hard and didn’t really enjoy it. You can read more about that in this post. I just thought it would be the best year of my life. It wasn’t.
– We eat at McDonalds. Shock horror I know but after so many pub and restaurant c*ck-ups and sh*t storms, I just can’t be bothered with formal meals out anymore. McDonalds is a treat and typically isn’t even once a month. To be honest, I enjoy it. Before I fell pregnant I probably had a McDonalds once a year. If that. When I was pregnant, I became obsessed with Big Mac meals. I even considered calling the baby Ronald. And ever since I was pregnant, the McDonalds cravings haven’t left me!
– Although I try to make meals healthy and good for b, I am not so good at looking after myself. I typically start my day with a Red Bull. I don’t drink tea and coffee and just got into a routine while I was on maternity leave. I was so shattered and just needed a pick-me-up. I really want to ditch the habit but what with continued sleeping woes, I just feel I need it. So there, I’m not at all some health-obsessed mum who eats nothing but bloody chia seeds all day.
– Most of our family “picture perfect” days out involve the following:
o A tantrum.
o Soiled underpants.
o Shit photos (not of soiled underpants).
o At least a few disagreements between mummy and daddy. He said he’d packed wet wipes. Where are the bloody wet wipes?
o A less than relaxing meal – hence Maccie D’s.
o Whinging, whining, carrying, throwing and moaning.
– B doesn’t always eat the things I make him. Nope, there is usually some faff-on about something or other. Like the cracked black pepper on these Christmas puddings.
– It feels like random stuff always seems to happen to me. I think the problem is that I’m a massive perfectionist and if things aren’t perfect then I don’t even want to bother. This is typically when I burst into song while my child tries to chow down on a frozen aunt bessies. Let it go…let it go.
So there you go, it’s not all roses and we have plenty of shitty times. We have great times too and on the whole, my little guy is my world. I think that’s just life though right? Taking the rough with the smooth? Appreciating the really good days and trying to make the best of bad situations?
Are you currently going through the terrible threes? Or twos?! Or are you a new parent wandering what the heck hit you?!