Confession of a mum

I’ve become one of those mums who just looks exhausted all the time.

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When people get on a flight near me they roll their eyes and I don’t blame them as I try to wrestle my 17 month old onto her seatbelt and she pushes against the seat in front and open/closes the tray table 11 billion times over an hour.

I admit I am one of those parents who destroys restaurants*, lets their kid throw stuff on the floor, play with ice cubes and straws inevitably leaving a shit storm of a mess and only because it gave a 10 minute window to eat and have a 2 way conversation, with real time replies.

I am one of those mums that finds stones and gravel in her bag for days, because it kept the child happy to sit and play with rocks so mummy could hold down an adult conversation (in a really fancy Bangkok garden restaurant)

One of those mums who looks through narrow eyes when single people complain their tired… Mummy hasn’t slept for a year and a half for longer than 3 hours and you can go home and have a  nap!

One of those mums who looks embarrassed and fatigued when the child postrates herself on the floor of the mall because she’d rather walk in the opposite direction (always the opposite direction)

A mummy who bribes daughter with biscuits in the shopping trolley so she can shop in relative peace or on the off chance daddy takes beloved baby to the motorized toys at the mall, mummy gets to walk down the supermarket aisles alone, ALONE and it feels so good. Then the realisation that this is now living the good life hits and mummy heads to the wine shelves.

The constant bath times
Meal times
Nappy changes
Boobing sessions
Singing
Reading
Negotiating

But mummy is ok, because she is madly in love. Astounded by the precious life of her daughter, how she grows, smiles, giggles, babbles and brings so much heart bursting joy to her parents life.

*Apologies to all the waitresses, I was once like you and I know it’s a pain in the butt picking up all the crap and unmixing the salt and pepper but its also a lot easier to sweep the floor with 2 hands and it means mummy can go home and not have to worry about washing up, again.

3 thoughts on “Confession of a mum

  1. Tinaz says:

    Haha, what a rollercoaster! I am single and broody so that made me feel a mix of relief and jealousy. And understanding. I definitely feel more understanding now. I’m sure I’ve rolled my eyes at baby drama many times. I remember once I was stuck on a sardine-packed train with a screaming baby right next to me. I started making faces and jangling my keys to amuse it (I must’ve been in a good mood that morning!) and I was kinda shocked at how quickly the mother flicked out this newspaper and started reading it. I mean, she actually covered her face with it! I get it now. That was a good read ..thanks 🙂

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  2. I am that mom! 🙌🏽 I don’t bat an eye lid if my kids are having a meltdown in a restaurant. Tuning out, attention seeking whining is the many talents you pick up, and being aloof to awkward stares is also very amusing. 😉

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