Parenting is a lot of things: hard, frustrating, rewarding, exhausting, happy, depressing, disgusting; and everything in between. Our children fill us with pride, make us cry and question our authority to parent. There are highs and lows, plenty of wine and more tears than I’d like to disclose.
But parenting is….
Mothers become mothers when we see 2 lines on a test. We fall in love with our embryo at first sight. We love and nurture our ever growing bellies and talk to it like it was already in our arms.
We go through hours of labour, pain, blood and shit; and we finally get a look at your precious face. Your cry makes us cry and our world changes forever.
I have a 4 year old who will not be attending preschool this year.
*gasp*
oh the horror.
At the end of 2014, I was level Britney in 2007…. For 19 months, I had 3 kids on my own, no preschool (long story); a husband who was new to real estate sales and worked 6 days; and let me tell you, it was fucked up. I was fucked up…
You know ‘that’ kid… The rough one. The naughty one. The one you move your child away from at the park? Yeah, he’s mine.
He cares not, nor does he judge… Unlike some parents.
Because apparently, when my son goes mental, I am a bad parent. Obviously we are one, therefore I am also mental.
The book ‘What to Expect when you’re Expecting’ was my bible during my first pregnancy. I read it day and night, hoping to catch a glimpse of what it could be like to be a Mum. I thought I knew…
I had NO FUCKING CLUE!
I saw an article this week called ’20 things you should be doing for hubby on a regular basis’. You know those ones that are like ‘don’t talk about him behind his back’, ‘let him do his hobbies’ and ‘go get him tampons when he has man flu’, ya know, that stuff. I haven’t really come across one of the opposite agenda so, I decided to write my own….
Today you get to hear some very beautiful words from the mouths of babes (aka my darling spawns of satan). Yes, I do absolutely everything for them, wipe the shit from their butt holes, kiss their boo-boos and I kill the monsters under their bed EVERY DAMN NIGHT. It’s a tough job, I love it and someone has to do it.