It's A Mummy's Life published this post on 3 July, 2011...
I have just spent the weekend alone with my children. Which was lovely. Mostly. We had a party to go to we had a lovely day today with Lucy and her children (my best friend and Eliza's godmother), we took the girls to an art workshop, well for about 30 mins as we were late, having eaten too much ice cream and drunk too much tea at Lucy's.
But my God the way my eldest daughter shouts at me is quite incredible. If an adult shouted at me every time I put something on their plate they didn't like AT THAT PRECISE SECOND (because kids are so bloody fickle) or suggested they might not like to chuck about a pair of scissors for fear of causing injury, or asked them politely but firmly not to randomly hit someone younger than them or for that matter bite, pinch or poke them, I'd kick them out of my house.
But as it is I take it all and respond as calmly as I can whilst simultaneously trying to deflect the blows that are raining upon me. Because that's what the experts say. As I try and use all my inner-strength to stop myself shouting back or just walking out of the house, there's a voice in my head somewhere saying that this is the toughest part and it will pass. The shouting will subside if I continue to be calm, ignore it for as long as I can and just keep thinking about the good times.
But it's really bloody tough isn't it? It's hard to get woken up at 6am and know that you are essentially a slave to the two little, gorgeous, adorable, terrifying, beautiful, tyrants that you gave birth to until at least 7pm. Then when the magic bedtime comes and they don't comply (because why would they? Why go to bed when playing up with Mummy is more fun?) it's hard to remain calm and positive. It's hard to think that 'this too shall pass' it's bloody hard not to lose your temper and just chuck the bedtime story down on the floor because no one's sodding well listening to it. It's really bloody tough.
But that's life as a mum I guess. I know it is and I know that I've survived almost 4 years so far and that I have 2 girls only 18 months apart and that really, I should have thought that one through more. I said to Lucy that I thought I wasn't a natural mother and, to her credit, she was surprised I thought that. But it's hard to let go of the difficult bits and remember that on the whole my kids are happy, healthy, articulate and bright. They're good kids. And I'm doing my best.
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