You know the kind that makes you wish for bedtime before even 9am has arrived?
It started with a morning poo explosion from the Woodster. Unfortunately the Sleepyhead was his latest casualty. Anyone who owns a Sleepyhead knows the absolute battle that is removing and cleaning the non-tumble-dryable cover. Woody’s extreme reliance on his Sleepyhead spelled out a day minus napping. Woohoo!
Shortly after the poo explosion followed projectile vomit straight down the front of my dress, which at the time I was wearing as a nighty due to a serious lack of washing being done. A poorly baby and the need to entertain a crazy four year old equals a house that resembles a cross between Toys R Us and Primark during sale season. The rest of my day was a blur of constant baby feeding, poopy nappies, six loads of washing, raising my voice way too many times and a even a few tears. We haven’t done anything educational, we watched way too much TV and we haven’t eaten a single vegetable.
I guess what I’m saying is parenting is bloody hard. We don’t always admit it but look into the eyes of fellow mums and dads and there you’ll see it, that mutual appreciation of just how bloody hard it can be. Sure, parenting is one of the most rewarding jobs in the world but it certainly isn’t all plain sailing. We all have days where we love these little people so deeply yet they drive you to absolute distraction. Days where you sit in your car on the drive when you get home scoffing a secret Wispa Gold just so you can have a few more minutes peace. Days where you feel like you’re totally not cut out for this shit. Days when you wonder if your child may be the worlds naughtiest living creature on Earth. Days where no matter how many times you tell them no, they do it anyway. Days where you reprimand yourself for not taking the time out to do reading flash cards or to play make believe with a gazillion plastic fairies. Days where you wonder why everything has to be so bloody difficult and days where the mum guilt for thinking all of these negative things eventually over flows into a torrent of tired, lonely, ugly-cry-face tears once the aforementioned beasts have nodded off for the night.
But tomorrow is another day, the babies are (thankfully) now sleeping, I’m going to add my puke covered clothing to my last wash load of the day, consume one very large bar of chocolate (sending apologies to my waistline) and go and stare lovingly at the two beautiful creatures who drive me completely insane yet fill my heart to the absolute brim with all kinds of joy and happiness. Parenting doesn’t come with a hand book, nobody said it would be easy, they just said it would be worth it.