Five Blog Posts, Five Parenting Truths!
Today on the blog I share with you five posts that really talk about the reality of parenting. Sometimes social media gives the impression that everything is just peachy and we’re all having the time of our lives. Erm, it often is not the case. In these posts, I’m open and honest and lay bare all our ups and downs as parents. It isn’t always fun. Sure there are lovely times but there are really shitty times too.
Do you know what I mean?
And sometimes you have to laugh at them or you really would cry and crack up. Ok, maybe that’s just me?
Ah yeah this is a good one. Christmas. It’s supposed to be magical and lovely right. First up, I share with you a post that I wrote about our first Christmas as parents. I really thought it would be lovely. Instead it was awful and we spent the whole evening in A&E. You can read all about it here!
Next I share with you what maternity leave was really like. It certainly wasn’t a year of Costa Coffee mornings and lunch with friends. Imagine hanging out your @ss with tiredness and spending most days feeding and changing nappies. Yep, I was longing for my desk. Read my year of fun here.
This next post is a write up of why life isn’t picture perfect. I talk about some of the truths behind the me and b photos and what goes on behind the scenes. Powered by Red Bull pretty much – me not b!
The next post I share is a post I wrote when we were in the deepest darkest depths of potty training. And god knows why we decided it was a good idea to go out to eat. I’d had it when I wrote this post! I never thought we’d eat out again. Read all about our pub mishaps here.
This post was another rant post. We were in the thick of the f*ck you threes and we were feeling it. I was at the end of my tether. He was hitting, spitting, throwing, shouting. I felt helpless and at a loss for what to do. Yes I spoke to him bending down, at his level. Yes I tried not to raise my voice, yes we followed through, yes there were consequences! Argh!
Finally we are out of the threes and the fours…well they are much better I’m pleased to report. B seems much more agreeable and seems less frustrated with the world around him. We still have our moments but they are much shorter lived.
Can you resonate with these posts? Was it more terrible twos, f*ck you threes or the fearsome fours?