As parents, guilt is something that we accept as part of the job. It wafts over us from time to time and can often linger like a bad fart. You know the one, when we get consumed by feelings of sadness and regret as we beat ourselves up over our parenting decisions and approaches. It can either give us a kick up the arse, forcing us to step back and assess if something is wrong that we need to change, or it can eat away at us as we question our parental choices and we feel the pressure from what society indicates we should be doing. Or, even worse, the guilt we feel when we fail to live up to our own expectations of perfection.
So, giving in to the kids requests to do some painting I set them up for a bit of creative time in the garden. A genius idea, I thought, as no mess in doors and as soon as the rain came it would wash away any stray paint. Winner. Or so I thought.
Cue toddler and within seconds, this happened.
The toddler gets his face painted. This is the very reason why I often find myself a bag of nerves at the mere mention of messy play or craft time.
This post is bought to you in the spirit of the very funny Brummumummy of 2 and her celebrated snap shots of REAL LIFE WITH KIDS (Click on the badge below and check out some pretty hilarious snaps of some other little darlings)
Sorry about the shameless vote request but needs must….
Amazingly I have been shortlisted for BiBs 2016 (WOOP)Fresh Voice Award and if by any chance this Blog lightens up your day and makes you smile when you probably may have cried then I would be extremely grateful if you could pop over to Brit Mums to vote or you can click on the badge below. Ta xx
(Look at that badge – I’m just proud that I figured out how to do stuff like this – 8 moths ago I didn’t have the foggiest. Go me!)
When I put myself out there for a vote, I never expected that this little blog of mine would be in with chance. I haven’t got a massive following and with three kids constantly nipping at my ankles I never seem to have much time to blog and keep up with the crowd. I’m still getting worried by widgets, stressed by social media and trying not to turn into a ‘twatter’. So for now I’m chuffed to bits just to be shortlisted alongside some of the blogging greats who gave me immense comfort on some very bad days.
SOD THAT of course I want to win!
I found myself being followed around the house by this the other week….
It turns out he was rather annoyed by the fact that I was unable to find a plaster for the minutest of ‘poor poor’s’ on the bird giving finger.
This charming picture of the boy is bought to you in the spirit of the very funny Brummumummy of 2 celebrated snap shots of REAL LIFE WITH KIDS.
There was a time when I would not have believed that we would end up with three kids, especially having them in three years. I really couldn’t have begun to imagine what that would be like – I mean that just sounded completely hideous. Who would do that?
Well we did and I now know exactly what its like.
A life full of chaos and pandemonium, plate spinning and head ringing noise is now the norm and simply what we have accepted as part of our lives. We never seem to come quietly and our family dynamic rarely allows us to blend into the background and go unnoticed. We attract plenty of interest into how we get by and how this all works. So if you were interested, let me tell you what its like to have three kids in three years.
I currently find myself at a stage in my life where I seem to be side-lined to the new passion in his life. Many women, pushing forty with kids, may find themselves in a similar position. You may have witnessed your other halves retire themselves from a physical sport such as Football or Rugby due to dodgy knees, niggly backs, the pressure of family life or their expanding waste lines and you may begin to look forward to them being around the house a bit more, helping with the chores, tinkering in the garden and entertaining the kids while you have a little lie down.
But no, how wrong can you be.
Am pretty chuffed to have been nominated for a Liebster Award as it means that someone out there is finding my blog mildly entertaining. So thanks to A Reluctant Mummy for the nomination and thanks for following my blog (the bag of used fivers has been left in the usual place). Please check out her blog she is very funny and most importantly keeping it real (another crazy lady who has had kids so close).
Minimum qualifications are Degrees/Masters/PHD. These are clearly required to make responsible choices for our children and our family. Having three kids in three years is irresponsible parenting and inappropriate.
Twenty four little hours….
Is it all it takes to go from the glorious sunshine of the Caribbean 4000 miles away to the grey and dreary cold of the midlands. One day you’re scantily clad because its proper hot and the next your throwing on every item of clothing that you own because its bloody freezing. Its amazing how quickly life can become completely contradictory of what it was just moments before.