Is it just me or is this mummy business seriously hard work? Easy to say and before I was a mummy I thought I knew what hard work was, from the age of 16 up until I was about 22 I worked my ass off, literally, my aim was to just make as much money as possible, I’d be on my feet all day nursing and also do the 40 minute walk there and another 40 back just so the ache in my legs would make me feel I’d work that bit harder, doing 100 hour weeks I would be asleep before my head hit the pillow!
So when my mummy friends would tell me how hard it is too look after these little ones, I thought I’m used to looking after people all day and being knackered so it can’t be that much of a shock…wrong!
Not really my fault, I mean you can describe it to someone but you will never really get it, until you’ve got kids. That feeling of constant worry 24/7, it is impossible to switch off, my mind never stops working! It’s so frustrating but yet rewarding at the same time!
I mean, don’t get me wrong, being a stay at home mother is way more rewarding than any ‘paying’ job, there’s nothing quite like when your child stares deep into your eyes with complete love, but seriously, how hard is it?!
It’s not even just the child bit, I mean, you feel sorry for yourself with the sleepless nights at the beginning, but once they start moving, OMG! Why does everyone go on about the sleepless nights and not about once they start moving and using their brains to be naughty.
It’s not even just the baby bit, it’s hard enough keeping them clean, dry, fed and entertained but amongst that how are you supposed to get washed and dressed yourself? How am I supposed to stop my washing pile growing rapidly and my house looking like a dumping ground? Then there’s the guilt for my hubby, I want to have his tea on the table for when he gets home (he doesn’t expect this but still), plus the guilt for my children, worrying if I’ve played with them enough or if they’ve had enough time out of the house and anyone that mentions a routine to me can go whistle dixie, I have a 1 year old and a 9 week old…routine ain’t happening!
I’m sure some of the older generation will look at me thinking we told you so, which you did, I was told how hard it would be and I love it, I wouldn’t change it for the world, I love my life, but my point is, there is absolutely no way to prepare anyone for motherhood fully.
Now I’m going to have to rant,
So I took the boys to town yesterday and managed to manoeuvre the double buggy around The Card Factory & Pound land (not an easy task) as well as the miracle I got the boys in the buggy wrapped up warm, looking presentable with everything in their bag without forgetting anything! So we decided to treat ourselves to a sausage bun & hot chocolate in Diggles, sat there minding my own business, feeling quite proud to be sat with my two babies looking like I’ve got it all together (which doesn’t happen much with these 2) and some Woman comes over sticks her face in the buggy and looking quite confused she says “twins?”, even though it’s quite obvious they aren’t twins I replied proudly “Nope, 10 months apart”, she quickly backed away from them like they were a couple of ferocious lions and looked at me like I was a naughty child, points her finger at me, tuts and then says “Oh dear, I tell you what young lady you have got your work cut out for you, babies are very hard work you know!” and before I got a chance to respond she stormed off!!
So there you go, just when your feeling victorious there will always be some rude, patronising old crow to bring you crashing back down.
Oh well, I’ll just look at these two to keep me smiling 🙂