A Rough Day….

They don’t give you qualifications for being a parent, it would be impossible to complete all the modules needed in a lifetime, there is no training, no preparation for the door you walk through into parenthood. There is nothing in the world that will give you such highs and lows as parenting. Yet I wouldn’t change a thing. One minute I’m in awe of my eldest, who to me is still my baby. He can be such a gentle soul, sweet, caring and loving. But then he turns 360 and is just impossible to deal with, there is just no negotiating with him! Today was a constant stream of pushing my buttons – it was a rough day to say the least! Its days like today, I think how on earth did my dad manage with 3 girls entirely on his own? He is still alive, were all still alive….he did well!

Next month my son turns 3 (forget terrible two’s, they were a breeze….the closer we get to the 3’s I’m starting to get scared!) I’m a full-time stay at home mum and today I wish i had a job that wasn’t being at home. Today, I don’t want to be at home. I’m tired, I want to sleep for 7 days straight un-interrupted. I’m sore – I’m a full-time milking machine to Elijah, i constantly smell of stale milk and today you can add vomit and wee to the mix. I have snot stains on my shirt from Timmy who uses my shirt as a tissue. My son is walking around the house with no pants on as after insisting he did not need a wee, pissed himself and refused to put clean clothes on. I have not brushed my teeth or my hair and I’m wearing yesterdays clothes which i slept in last night as i was too tired to get changed. I have thrown on my dressing gown instead of a nice jumper as it will only become the vomit catcher and snot wiper along with any other muck my son joyfully wipes on me.

Today is a battle with Timmy over everything, breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, the swing at the park, bath time, when and how often Elijah needs feeding – then  proceeds to climb all over me and yell in my ear as I’m trying to feed his brother, he insists on helping with hanging out the washing, where most of the clothes end up on the grass, or he sits on the basket!

Today is one of those days when i really would love a glass of wine (damn breast-feeding!) I need to switch of from all things children for an hour or so… today was hard. It is nice to have this blog and just throw out my frustrations out there and be done with it. Tomorrow is a new day, and here’s hoping it will be a better day.

My son is now peacefully asleep, I love watching him sleep and I once again promise ill try to be more patient and do less yelling tomorrow. High five to all you parents that have survived a rough day, it makes you appreciate the good days so much more!

xx Life In A Mum Shell xx

 

Author: lifeinamumshell

This blog is my life as a mum, the good, the bad, the ugly and everything in between. I share my personal stories and any advice and knowledge I have gained along the way. Enjoy.

2 thoughts on “A Rough Day….”

  1. Oh 3 is SO much harder than 2! Not to terrify you! I don’t know who came up with the term, “terrible twos,” but they had it all wrong! Sorry you had such a crappy day. We all have those sometimes. Just know that you are not alone!

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    1. Hi Nicole,
      I thought this might be the case! We’re only a few weeks away from the terrifying 3’s and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it!
      The thing I like about a rough day, at the end I can throw it out there in the blogging world or on social media and I love the supportive responses I receive. Just makes you feel not alone anymore and how you feel is normal. Being a mum can feel lonely at times. Thank you for your response.

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