I’ve been thinking a lot about the Mum I have always wanted to be – the perfectly groomed, easy going, always happy and positive, never yelling, wearing designer clothes. HA!
What a lovely dream that was whilst it lasted! The truth is parenting doesn’t really allow you much time to look after yourself whilst keeping two small being alive and I’m sure if I found some motivation and got up a few hours earlier I would be able to fulfil my dream of looking great 24/7.
The dream: Perfectly groomed (Hair & makeup I mean!)
The reality: I’m basically a bit of a hot and sweaty mess. It sucks but that’s just how my mornings go. It’s a waste of time me waking up early to do my hair and make up and wear nice clothes because by the time I’ve changed two lots of nappies, fed the toddler, stopped the baby from screaming bloody murder, cleaned up the toddler, changed two lots of nappies again, tried to dress the toddler, wrestled with the toddler, actually dressed the toddler, tried to dress the rolling baby, made bottles and packed the bags I’m quite literally a hot and sweaty mess with frizzy, fuzzy, uncontrollable hair. Q the Mum bun!
The dream: Easy Going
The reality: Sadly the daily struggles, frustrations and pleading battle just to get anything done has defeated my plan of being an easy going mum.
The dream: Totally With It
The reality: I’m the kinda mum that wonders around daydreaming of sleep and a magical land where princesses can sleep for a hundred years (yeah I wish too!) That people look at and wonder whether my lack of ‘being with it’ is from a history of drug abuse or zero sleep (definitely zero sleep – to be honest sometimes I do wonder whether drugs would make me feel more like a human – I’ve never tried anything stronger than paracetamol so I really wouldn’t know!)
The dream: Never yelling, always happy and positive
The reality: Repeating myself 100 times just to get someone dressed and constantly asking a cheeky toddler to sit on her bum when eating rather than spinning around, running around or hanging off the highchair or her little hair makes mummy pretty cross and it usually results in yelling before I’m actually listened too. Unfortunately this means this mummy isn’t always happy and positive.
It really is lovely to have all of these dreams and ideas but to the expectant mum reading this or the mum that is just about to completely lose her shit: don’t worry! We all go out looking a total mess – that’s how we know who our allies are when we’re wandering around forgetting which direction we’re supposed to be going in, barely managing to put one foot in front of the other or what shopping we’re supposed to be buying rather than grabbing whatever’s closest just to get out of the shop that little bit quicker.
I am the mum I am, and you are the mum you are, so..
Salute your fellow messy, disheveled mother and remember, there’s someone else that is always going to be looking a little bit worse that you so rock that mum bun and be proud that you’ve made it through yet another day!
Have your dreams become a reality? Or has the reality of motherhood completely taken over and smacked you, hard, in the face?