Here I am twiddling my thumbs and thinking… I have been starting sentences and then deleting them for the last 40 minutes now, the reason why is a fellow blogger buddy on Twitter tagged me in a post to ask me to write a post on 5 reasons I am rocking at motherhood and to be totally truthful the only thing I am rocking at the moment is myself in a corner. Now it isn’t that I don’t enjoy being a mummy because I do.. but to be quite honest, I am finding it frigging hard work at the moment. I am so busy with my new business and I am finding it so hard to balance everything at the moment. So I have decided to amend my post from “5 Reasons I am rocking Motherhood” to “ 7 Reasons why I don’t rock at motherhood or wifehood (is wifehood a thing???)”
The last few weeks my poor husband has worn the same shirt to work 4 times in a row. On the Brightside his shirts are all washed but unfortunately I have had zero time to iron. I keep promising him a new shirt tomorrow… “ tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow” but like Ronan Keating says “If tomorrow never comes…..” and tomorrow NEVER seems to come at our house.
The other day I completely lost track of time, George was crying I thought he was being needy and tired so I put him down for a sleep “you just know your own child right?” Well not me…. After around 50 minutes of whinging I realised I had forgotten to give him his afternoon bottle. I repeated this incident again a few days later… hopefully he will start talking soon.
So all last week whenever I got in to bed I was asleep within what felt like seconds which meant my hubby had no nooky and no ironed shirts…. What is even the point of being with a woman like me, I am pretty sure he said I was snoring too… probably dribbling too knowing me… I am just disgusting.
The other day when Danny took off his work pants I noticed he didn’t have any boxers on… I asked him why he had gone to work with no boxers on and asked if I should be concerned, he softly replied that he has no clean boxers to wear…. I felt terrible and I bought him a pack of 3 to save me time.
George had his first accident in his walker this week, he managed to pull on a plug from the side and spilt gravy on his face and back, I cried like a baby pretty much most of the week and felt like a really shit mum… but friends kept reassuring me that accidents happen but still doesn’t make you feel any better though does it.
I went out with my friends on Friday and I couldn’t wait to get out and be me again. I feel like work and George have taken over my life and I long for those nights of going out with friends, not worrying how pissed I got, in fact the more drunk the better. So as I was saying, I went out Friday, danced on tables, got carried off the tables, got back on the tables, got carried off the tables… and so on… it was fun but my behaviour is not that of a mother, it is that of a caged animal. I really need to reign it in.
I often go to play groups with my friends and after we try and get a coffee afterwards, well the other day George did a huge poo… I took his nappy off, wiped his butt like the great mother that I pretend to be…. then I realised I had left his nappies at home. I didn’t tell my friends I just put his pants back on and hoped for a dry ride home.
So yeah, that is my 7 reasons why I am not rocking motherhood or wifehood at the moment. I should really be doing household chores rather than writing this post but I just thought I would share how shit I am.… in fact that statement may aswell be reason number 8 of why I am so shit!!! I am going to shut up now.
Peace out – Lots of Love Carla xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx