Thursday, 25 May 2017

My Motherhood Confessions

Do you ever find yourself thinking about something completely random and then wondering if other people have the same kinds of thoughts?

I do this often - usually it will be in relation to one of the many completely obscure thoughts that pops into my peculiar mind at any given moment of the day - such as "I wonder if the Queen ever makes her own cup of tea" or "I wonder if aliens will actually land on Earth in my lifetime" (Anybody else wonder these things? No? Just me?!)

But sometimes it will be something a little bit more serious, something relating to my life as a mother - and usually something that makes me feel ALL OF THE GUILT.

As mothers we often have a tendency to only talk about the happiest moments - the rush of love we feel for our children, the pride we feel when they learn something new, the way we could stare at them sleeping for hours in awe of their beauty and innocence....and as lovely as all of those things are, it's the not-so-lovely thoughts I have (and the frequency with which I have them!) that make me worry.

That make me wonder if I'm actually normal for thinking them, and if anybody else out there feels them too.

This afternoon was one of those occasions.

As I sat on the loo, where I had been for the past 10 minutes, I listened to the situation downstairs getting more and more out of control - my 2 and 4 year olds were terrorising their poor Dad who was obviously struggling to hold it all together whilst my 12 month old was crying at all of the noise and fuss going on around him.

I knew I should go downstairs to help calm them all down and restore some order and just do the "mum" thing...I do hate to stereotype but in our house Dad just isn't very good at keeping the situation calm, if anything he tends to make it worse and more chaotic! - but I also just honestly didn't want to go down there.

I wanted five more minutes of peace, distance, space to breathe without someone climbing all over me.

And so instead, I texted my partner from the loo and said "Sorry, got a bit of a dicky tummy! I might be up here for a while!"

 A blatant lie.

One I'd have to keep up for the rest of the evening when my concerned partner kept asking how I was feeling.

But one I regretted?

Hell no.

I spent 15 minutes sitting alone in the bathroom, scrolling through Instagram in peace and was bliss. After a day of refereeing the kids fights, those 10 minutes honestly felt like the equivalent to my mental state of an afternoon at the spa.

But while I was sitting there, I did I normal for doing this?!

You hear jokes all the time about Dads pretending they need the loo to get out of helping with the kids, but you never really hear about Mums doing it...because Mums all love and dote on their children too much to do that don't they? Mums all take their responsibilities too seriously to try to get out of them for 10 minutes for a quick Facebook fix on the loo?!

And for a moment, I felt that all too familiar mum guilt.

But then I wondered...IS it really just me?! Or do other Mums do and think these things too?!

Well I hate to leave a question unanswered so in the name of research, I've decided to share my Mum Confessions with you all - in the hope that if any one of you does or thinks the same things, you'll let me that I know I'm not just a terrible mother.

And while we're here, if you want to share some of your mum confessions too...I would love that! Maybe someone else will relate to yours.

My Mum Confessions

1) On a fair few occasions since the kids were born, I have pretended to be poorly 

 Purely so that I could spend the majority of the day in bed reading books while my partner looks after the little ones.

I've always been a cow for faking illness to be honest...I used to fake illness for a day off school all the time and my poor mother could never tell the real illnesses from the fake (I should have been an actress...), and even as a working adult I was rather partial to the odd sick day too (definitely not a model employee!).

So whilst I'm always reading memes about how mums don't get sick days while Dads do, jokes about Man flu and so on.... I have to admit...I have definitely had more "sick days" as a parent than my partner has. And the vast majority of them? Have been faked.

2) Sometimes...I do have a favourite child.

*Shock horror* Surely NO parent is supposed to have a favourite child!!! But I do.

It's never the same one for very long though. Usually it's whichever one is sharing/being well behaved/not throwing monster tantrums and drawing on the walls on that particular day. That one is, at that moment in time, definitely my favourite.

3) Sometimes...I feel as though I almost miss the One Child days.

Now this is the one that makes me feel the most guilty and makes me worry that I'm not normal.

 And it's a hard one to explain, because even when they're all driving me mad...I would never ACTUALLY wish them away or wish they hadn't been born or wish that they were anything less than right here with me driving me to distraction.

But at the same time, sometimes I think back to the days of having only one child and feel as though I miss it...not that I miss the others not being here, but that I miss the ease of having only one. How much more straight forward things were, how much more freedom we had, how much more affordable things were, how easy bedtime was with one, how easy EVERYTHING was with one compared to now with three.

 And even as I'm thinking it, I KNOW I wouldn't change it and I KNOW how lucky I am to have the kids I do - but still, that wistful feeling of "Wow wasn't it all so much simper back in the one child days, why didn't we enjoy that more?!" is there. And it makes me feel bloody terrible!

4) I absolutely frigging HATE playing with my kids!

There. I said it! I hate it.

I HATE playing.

Now before the Perfect Parent Brigade jump all over me and declare me evil for not savouring every joyful moment with my child, let me just explain something - I TRY.

I really do! I play with them, I come up with alternative activities so we don't have to play the games that drive me nuts, I try my absolute best - but my kids? Are BOSSY.

 And at the moment, their idea of "playing" is to basically direct me in some sort of Theatre Of Madness & Cruelty as they tell me exactly which figure I can play with (The shittest one. Always the shittest one), what exactly that figure can say and what sort of voice to say it in (NEVER DEVIATE FROM THE SCRIPT!) and how long the game will last for (FOREVER!!!!!!!)

So excuse me if I find it difficult to enjoy every #blessed second of that crap!


So there they are, my top Motherhood confessions - please share yours too, help me to feel less alone!

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  1. Haha my alone time is the shower. I don't mean to take so long in there, but it's the only time I actually get to think about anything and so my mind goes crazy and is pinging thoughts off all over the place! Haha #ablogginggoodtime

  2. You SO don't need to feel guilty for thinking any of these things. Although I know how east it is to do so! I'm the same with playing, I get bored quickly and so alway try and do something that holds my interest too, (usually bundling all over each other, because it's more fun haha!). Luckily, Adam's quite good at playing! xx

  3. You don't need to feel guilty about any of these things lovely. When you have more than one child, I think its common to miss the days where there was just one child, there is so much you want to do, but you can't as it isn't always age appropriate for the younger one and that can become frustrating fast. Try to be kind to yourself lovely! I'm sure you have lots of strengths and things that you love doing with your boys that some other mums wouldn't like doing! xx

  4. I've faked being sick once or twice... The first time I felt truly awful, then I realised how useful it could be haha! I pretend to be asleep if either of the kids wake in the night... ESPECIALLY if the eldest has had an accident... God, it sounds awful, doesn't it?!?! #ablogginggoodtime

  5. LOVE this post Hayley. I can totally relate. I go to the shower.. a VERY long shower or the same as what you did, just sat in the bathroom scrolling through FB or Insta haha. I hate playing with toys too!! x

  6. I think it's perfectly normal to crave that alone time. I used to still send my kids to nursery sometimes when I was free to get some me time. Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime 🎉

  7. I want to tell you not to feel guilty Hayley, but I get mum guilt every freakin' day!! My main ones are feeling guilty for allowing Oscar to play on the iPad when I have a deadline approaching. I know people think I let him have it too much, but they never offer to babysit so what else can I do? And feeling guily if I can't be bothered to cook from scratch at night. But seriously, who has the time? I have a 4 year old strapped to my leg for a good 22 hours a day lol #ablogginggoodtime

    Louise x

  8. It's funny because I agree on all points you mentioned.
    As Chloe is three times the work I do look back on those days where I just had Matthew. Back then I thought it was so difficult. Hell no it wasn't. Such an easy life just one child.
    I don't play with the kids much either. The play together or kill each other over a toy. My excuse I have to tidy up.
    I don't think I ever used the excuse I am poorly. Actually that's a lie. I did see that quite a few times when I didn't want to be on at night and wanted a nights sleep in peace.

  9. Ha ha, you're definitely alone and I have to confess to all of these too. I also spend a VERY long time putting the washing away, which basically means lying on the bed scrolling through Twitter/Instagram for ten minutes with the occasional opening and closing of a drawer. I also spend way longer than necessary getting dressed (lying on the bed again) and going to the loo (again, checking social media). It's all necessary to keep some semblance of sanity x

  10. Perfectly normal! It's great that you are so honest!

  11. I ate loads of my kids Easter eggs this Easter!!! While they were sleeping in bed!!!! The worst part is..... I don't even feel guilty about it 😂

  12. Oh, the play thing I completely relate to! I remember being somewhat baffled about how to 'play' with my baby, and I can't say it's really got any easier since. It's just not something that comes naturally to me. And yes! My son is some kind of crazy dictator when it comes to playing with him - I have to do things exactly his way or all hell breaks loose! He plays much better with other kids than with me! Thanks for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove

  13. I've faked a headache to get 5 minutes upstairs on my own when my husband gets home from work. I need it sometimes! And I get so bored playing games, I think its because they just want to repeat the same thing over and over. Thank you for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove

  14. I lock myself in the bathroom and leave the parenting to daddy for a while whenever I think I can get away with it. Everyone deserves a 10 minute break once in a while. #ablogginggoodtime

  15. My kids favourite tea is 'mixture'. I basically empty the contents of the fridge onto the table and they help themselves to what they want so I don't have to cook! I also ate their last Easter egg. Shhhhhhhh.

  16. I think we ALL have these kind of thought. Most of us wouldn't admit to them. My pet hate at the moment is board games or any kind of game where there has to be a winner. If Isabelle doesn't win all hell breaks loose and her horns and temper appears and stays FOR AGES!!

    Kerplunk takes three times the length to stick the sticks in than it does to play the game!!!


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