Living the life of Mum

“Mummy you’re a bum bum face.”
“Mummy you have a big bum.”
“Mummy you’re silly.”
“Mummy I don’t like you anymore.”
“Mummy Mummy Mummy….”
“Mummy I love you.”

Out of the lot I definitely prefer the last one. Not sure I hear it as much as I’d like but I’ll take it when I can.
Kids have no filter. If they want to say something, they will.
It doesn’t matter if it hurts your feelings or not. You have to sort of pretend it doesn’t even if you want to cry big ugly tears. Or sometimes I may just say a few things back to my “lovely” daughters. Not exactly the most adult thing to do, but if you can’t beat them, join them right?!

When I became a mum, my whole world changed.
Everything I thought I knew was turned upside down.
I was catapulted into the unknown, a scary place for me, especially when I’m used to having some sort of control over things in my life.

But motherhood was a role I took on with the same strength and attitude I do with most things in my life, head on.
Did I fail?
Multiple times. Actually more times than I want to remember.
Do I still fail?
Hell all the time.
But I pick myself up and continue.
There’s two beautiful girls relying on mummy to give them the direction they need in life.
Whether it’s the right or wrong direction remains to be seen, but I’m doing the best I can.

There are days when I feel I can’t do this. And there are days where I’m winning at being a mum (there’s bribery involved of course, haha). I’ve accepted that it’s definitely not easy, take all the help you can – even if you don’t want to and try to keep smiling even when your children are being feral. It doesn’t always work.

I still yell, get annoyed and angry when they don’t listen and then I feel guilty for not being a happy mummy. As mums, we put so much pressure on ourselves to live up to this expectation of being the best mum ever. It’s unrealistic, yet we constantly beat ourselves up over silly little things. I do it all the time. And I have no doubt I will continue to do it for years to come.

My girls are beautiful bundles of endless energy. They run me off my feet. Their attitudes are a little bit at the “already killing me” stage and I know I’ve still got plenty more fun ahead of me. But I would be lost without them. As much as they drive me crazy I’m glad they chose me to be their mum (yeah I did get a tear in my eye).

On that note, I’d like to wish all the mums, mums-to-be, my beautiful and amazing mum and everyone else who fills the role in some way, a very Happy Mother’s Day for this Sunday.
Enjoy being spoilt (if you’re lucky) because if you aren’t already doing all the usual “Mum” things, you will be again the next day!

A new chapter

Life is about to become crazy again.

Not long to go until our cosy little family of three becomes four.

While I’m excited at the prospect of meeting our new addition to the family, I’m a little nervous too.

It’s been just the three of us for so long, it’s hard to imagine a new little personality in the mix.

Not to mention I keep thinking about how Miss Izzie is going to react.

Then there’s the whole idea of juggling two kids.

I’m well aware it’s not a new concept.

Generation upon generation before me have dealt with multiple children under one roof and they have all survived.

Well as far as I can tell anyway.

We’ve been telling Izzie for months about the bubba in mummy’s belly and while she points saying “bubba/baby”, I’m not really sure how much she understands.

Especially when she’s having fun and jumps on me, hitting my belly first!

But I’m trying to remain optimistic about her impending reaction, despite the many opinions flying my way.

I’m already going down the path of explaining to her about how much she can help mummy with the new baby.

I’ve told her she can help put dirty nappies in the bin, give the baby lots of cuddles and help mummy with washing and putting clothes away.

We’ll see how long the novelty lasts!

There’s definitely no guarantees and I’m expecting there to be tantrums and drama but I can live in my bubble of hope….until it all goes pear-shaped anyway.

I guess my biggest fear is that Miss Izzie is going to think mummy doesn’t have as much time for her with a new baby in the house.

Yes I’m probably being silly, but for the past two and a bit years it’s been the two of us hanging out together when daddy’s at work.

We read, play, laugh and have a great time.

I’m going to do my best to spend as much one-on-one time with her as I can, but I know things are going to be different.

Our family dynamic is going to change and that’s the reality of life.

It’s just about how we embrace it and move forward.

Despite my worries and nervousness, I must admit I am looking forward to the snuggly newborn cuddles again.

Team that up with the sweet hugs and kisses Izzie gives me and I might just survive whatever else is coming my way.

I’m thinking broken sleep, piles of washing, a messy house, a cheeky toddler and of course who could forget crazy hormones?!

Somewhere in there might be a disheveled husband….I’ll do my best to be nice to him, haha!

And hopefully we all make it out the other side…..