Leader of the pack to seven children, one man child husband, two dogs, four cats and two birds.
Creator of The Reverse Housewife www.facebook.com/TheReverseHousewife/ .
Writer at WeekendNotes.
Iíve been there, so many times. Iíve gotten up in the morning to a messy house, screaming kids, cereal thrown across the kitchen bench, dogs scratching to get outside to wee and a toddler trying to rip his nappy off because he did wee. And that was all before I had even stepped a foot out of bed.
Becoming a Mum was supposed to magically transform me into a Super Woman who could fold ten washing piles while balancing a baby on my hip and flipping pancakes - all the books and Mummy blogs told me so. They lied!
It turns out not only can I not fold ten piles of washing, I really donít want to. And balancing a baby on my hip while flipping pancakes was just a delusion, the only balancing being done is when I need to perch baby on my hip while swiping at her nose with a tissue because the snot trail had reached her bottom lip and she was beginning to blow bubbles with it.
Early on in my Mummy career I made the choice to listen to people around me who dictated how Motherhood and parenting should happen. Picture perfect smiles, pristine clothes, empty dinner plates, full bellies, the list went on. Over a decade later I have learnt the best smiles are chocolate smudged ones, clothes can always be washed, when veges are on the plate it will never come back empty and full bellies are fiction because all children have hollow legs.
Letís just cut to the chase Mamma's, how do you have a bad day guilt free?
Know you arenít alone. Parenting is a lonely job and despite the fact that there are millions of people in the world doing the exact same thing as you, it still feels like youíre the only one. Do yourself a favour, find your vibe and find your tribe. Once you decide what you want to do and how you want to do it, find yourself a group of like minded Mummyís and show off that Mummy groove to the world.
Sometimes itís all just going to go bum up. And thatís okay, let it happen. Itís okay if it goes bum up sometimes. I promise it really is. Ten Dr Phil marathon sessions, countless bags of M&Ms, a shameless number of wine-filled glasses, a grey streak that defies all dyes... and all it took for me to grasp that idea was my toddler throwing his arms around my neck and telling me how much he loved me.
It doesnít last. At 3 am in the morning it probably doesnít feel like it and when your child smears butter across the bench, fridge, themself and the dog it definitely wonít be feeling like it. In fact you are likely to be sitting on the floor sobbing and cursing, yes Iíve been there. But, hand on my heart, Mother to Mother I promise you it doesnít last.
One day you will miss it. For a second here Iím going to sound completely barmy but hear me out. One day you will wake up and realise you didnít have to get up once through the night. One day you will be sitting at home by yourself, lost after dropping your little one at school. One day your little one will look at you and you will wonder where all that time went. Even though itís hard to imagine now, every bad day you have ever had will suddenly become a source of comfort as you reminisce and your heart will yearn for it all again.