Tag Archives: parenthood

Don’t Call Me Charlie

My kids hate it when they’re having a bad day. I get all theatrical and sing them songs of happiness and inspiration.

Do you remember the song in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? You know it, “Cheer Up Charlie”. If not, here’s the link to remind you.

https://youtu.be/caMIkwTPBwA

BC6 woke up this morning in a mood to darken the brightest of days. No hugs, eye rolling practice and general moodiness and disrespect. When I likened his behaviour to that of a tweenage girl GC8 rolled her eyes and stated she’s not even that bad (not going to challenge her on that comment as I’m already dealing with one poo head). He then stormed to his room and slammed the door.

As much as I wish my kids were happy, and well behaved, ALL the time, they are small humans. We need our downs so we can appreciate our ups. Me antagonising them with songs just makes them darker and more pissed off than ever. Clearly I need to take a check of my arseholeness (new word) and stop being a bitch to them.

I don’t know why I do it. I hate it when my dear husband tries lame jokes to cheer me up. Sometimes I just want to wallow in my darkness and discontent and our children should be allowed the same rights.

As I dropped them at the school gate thus morning I called after them “Love you, have a great day” just as I do every morning.

GC8 replied “love you Mum, I will”.

BC6 almost automatically replied then caught himself and trudged off, eyes downcast until I was out of sight.

Is it me? Does he reflect the mood I am in? I am in some minor pain and discomfort at the moment depending on how long since I popped a painkiller. My house is filthy because I can’t push a vacuum or mop. This increases my anxiety and turns me into loony, frustrated, psycho mum.

Sorry little dude.

I hope your day gets much better and I get lots of hugs when you get home xx

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All Mums are Arseholes

I’ve just published Madly Menopausal Mum and had a bit of a parent brag at how I’m not such a bitch now that I’m getting some sleep. 

Then this happens. BoyChild wishes to spend $6 on fucking waste of money in app purchases and I said no. Money doesn’t grow on trees dude and I don’t care if it’s yours, you’ll regret it when you want to buy something awesome like Lego!

He pisses off to his room and locks the door. I politely knock and ask to chat about it (read: bang on door and say let’s talk!). No, you are so mean. I hate you. I don’t want to spend my money on something else, this is all I want…I notice we need a new roll of toilet paper and go and get one while he’s telling me off…eventually he smells the bacon and gingerly exits bedroom due to hunger.

Proud of my effort today. Should get about one hours peace as he inherited stubbornness from yours truly.

When they hate me most I am doing my best parenting!

Juggling – work, kids and life in general.

Today I was going to write about how difficult it is to juggle the wonderful world of parenthood, worker, social media addict, student and wife. Everything I started to write sounded whiney and sniffley, ‘oh poor me! I have it so tough! I don’t deserve to have to live like this!’ a voice inside my head said ‘get over it, eat some concrete and harden up, you chose this life!’

The truth is, I did choose this life. Whether consciously or subconsciously, this is the path I took when I came to the forks in the road I have been travelling, and I am proud of where I am, who I’ve become, and who I am going to be.

So lets take stock.

  • I have a happy and secure marriage
  • I have two gorgeous children
  • I have a brand new home
  • I have a secure job
  • I have the opportunity to continue to study
  • I have a loving and supportive family network who are always there for me
  • I have my health

Now how about the juggling?

Well…because of my happy and secure marriage I have two gorgeous children and a brand new home. My loving and supportive family care for my two gorgeous children while I go off to my secure job and continue to study. My health allows me to maintain my happy and secure marriage, my two gorgeous children, my brand new home, my secure job, continue to study and to be there in return for my loving and supportive family network.

So you can see, when I put everything back into perspective, juggling isn’t really that hard after all. Just toss one ball upat a time and catch the one that is falling, occasionally one of the balls will fall to the ground, just pick it up again and toss it back into the air, and make sure you catch any new balls life throws you, it might be a different colour to the ones you are used to, but personally I would prefer a colourful life any day.