Expectation Vs Reality...

Expectation Vs Reality...

So last night I received a message from an ex boyfriend... I thought, great, here we go... what does he want this time... He kindly informed me that I'm not what I used to be and that I 'Look like an old boot' (as if my self confidence wasn't shit enough as it is!) My reply?

'I'm a mum, not a fucking super model'

He then goes on to inform me that he 'was only messing' with me!!

Anyway, it got me thinking... There are a lot of expectations around what you should wear, how you should look and how you should behave when you have a child...

In this day and age, everyone is expected to be perfect, perfect make up, perfect skin, perfect weight, perfect hair...Everything must be perfect.

Why? Why should I conform to everyone else's standards? Why can't I simply be me?

I'll can't answer those questions, but I can tell you why you SHOULDN'T!

You are your own person, who cares what everyone else thinks? If you want to wake up 2 hours before you baby to pick out the perfect outfit, with matching shoes and accessories, spend a hour on your hair and make up and before all that, have time for a half hour shower, with plenty of time to wash, shave every inch of hair growing on your body, exfoliate and use that expensive moisturiser to make your skin oh so soft, then do it. 

Me? Here's how my morning goes...

I wake up at 5:30am almost every morning, E is screaming to be picked up, probably because she's pooped, maybe because the kitten has got in her cot and stolen her dummy, or he's playing with her hands and feet, maybe she's been awake for the last 20 minutes without me realising, who knows...

I drag myself from my bed, knowing that today I going to be a long day, because she probably won't take a nap (AGAIN), I pick her up, change her nappy, my eyes are barely working at this point. All I'm thinking is how nice an extra hour of sleep would have been...

We come downstairs, the TV goes on, Nick Jr, as per usual, it's normally Paw Patrol at that time, I find myself humming the theme tune as I boil the kettle for her porridge, still half asleep so I hope I don't burn myself...

She's whinging in the front room, until she sees me with the bowl, strange, food=silence... Hmmm I'll have to remember that one...

Porridge wolfed down. Yes. We did it. It's probably got to about half 6/7am by now, Top Wing is on the telly, YES! Her favourite, another half hour of peace. Maybe not, she's dropped her dummy... Dummy back in, 5 minutes peace. Crying again because the kitten brushed past her and his tail touched her face... 

While all this is going on, I'm thinking to myself, I need to have a shower today, I should probably brush my hair, maybe I should actually wash it too...

My daily look consists of:

Pyjamas, a onsie or a dressing gown... ALL DAY.

A greasy, messy bun that's probably been like that for 4/5 days.

No make up on. What's the point? No one is going to see me, apart from the postman.

And of course, the usual, snot, slobber, sick, poop, food, and every other thing you can think off.

If you really have the time, and the energy to look like a supermodel when you have a baby, then I take my hat off to you, I just can not do that every day!!

Dinner Is Served!!

Dinner Is Served!!

Right, I haven't written on the this blog for about 3 months... I just haven't felt like I've had much to talk about. But one of my amazing Mummy friends has been writing her own blog recently and it has inspired me to start doing mine again... 🤷🏼‍♀️

There is one thing I thought about today that a lot of other Mummies like me deal with...

FOOD

Food is something that should be thought about every day... but is it? I mean Ellysia is 9 months now (YES 9 MONTHS ALREADY!!) and all she seems to think about is food!! Wakes up, has breakfast, the a bottle, then sometimes a snack, then lunch, another bottle, some more snacky bits, dinner, and then one finally bottle before she is out for the count...

She's fully weaned now which is great, but just recently she's been throwing tantrums at meal times and not really eating much... Probably the heat, maybe partly because of teething too...

Today I went food shopping with my friend (IT WAS AMAZING, WE WERE BOTH BABY FREE THANKS TO HER PARTNER!!) Anyway, when we came home, E was hungry, so I chucked some fish fingers and alphabet potatoes in the oven, quick and easy. And she munched on a cheese biscuit while it cooked.Great. That's dinner done.

But what about me? The only time I thought about food today was when I was shopping... And the whole way round Morrison's I was thinking, E will like this, Oh E loves these I have to get her some, These are E's favourite crisps I can't forget those!

I suddenly thought to myself, at 9:30pm... I haven't eaten since I had scrambled egg this morning... Surely I'm not the only one that does this? So here I am, at 10:30pm, munching on steak sandwich, because lets face it, who wants to wait for half an hour for some food, at this time of night, that you're not going to end up eating because you're so tired?

Moral of the story? Be a fat bitch and eat whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want, because when you're a mum to a tiny little human, you'll never get to sit down, at a normal dinner time. with a plate of delicious, piping hot food again... It just doesn't happen...