Parenthood is a strange old thing where there never seems like a state of equilibrium. One minute it is so busy my head is spinning to the next when it is dame right mundane you are bored to tears.
The role of mummy is hard, dame hard in fact. I am so bored from seeing Mr Tumble for the umpteen time that I want to rip his face off!
If that is enough to deal with then comes creeping in MUMMY guilt when you are moat vulnerable. Why do I feel so guilty because you have constant messages tha you can’t enjoy every minute and at the end day sometimes it is a but crap. I do love being a parent and it is a wonderful experience but sometimes I sit in the bathroom and want to cry at 7am dreading the day ahead. Then I feel worse because I feel I am not good enough.
Where the boys are bickering non stop and I have to plan three meals a day, entertainment, drinks, potty training, washing etc day after day the same thing over and over again it can become tedious, boring and soul destroying. You lose a part of you, you feel like a robot and feel you are just a person looking after two small people.
If that isn’t bad enough having a partner who is laid back and takes everything in his stride gets right under my skin. OK, it is more jealous why do I worry so much when hubby can take it or leave it, you absolute bastard.
It is all too overwhelming, too much information, too much pressure, too much judgement sometimes I just want to say fuck it to it all!
It is so frustrating 😤
Cheers for reading X