If You Don’t Laugh You’ll Cry – the Reality of Being a Mum
The funny trials and tribulations that us Mums go through on a day-to-day basis, that only other Mums can relate to. As they say – ‘the struggle is real’… and it really, really is. The struggle is 24/7.
Becoming a Mum changes your life in every way possible, and in ways you just never anticipated or imagined. You are suddenly part of this worldwide sisterhood who are bonded through the real understanding of the inherent, relentless sacrifice that goes with the territory of being a Mum.
There is no easy part of raising a child. Some say the first 6 weeks are the hardest. Two years into the process, I’m more of the opinion the rest of your life after you have a child is the hardest part!
Here our wonderful panel of Mums share their #themumreality quotes with us. Enjoy.
The absolute minefield that is baby sleeping. A funny truth about how your baby sleep routine can take over your life and dictate who you can be friends with. Any Mum who has had a bad sleeper and needed to enforce a strict regime to ensure her own sanity can relate to this one! Oh what a shame…I really like you but unfortunately, I will never be able to have a friendship with you because your baby sleeps at different times!
As a first time Mum I found that lack of ‘me’ time to be the absolute hardest adjustment. I needed ‘my’ space like it was air. Any spare moment alone, even as mundane as a trip to the dentist or grocery store, felt like a new found freedom. Just getting in the car alone would conjure up images of Thelma and Louise, hair blowing in the wind. I would toy with the idea of just putting my foot down and just driving forever. But, you always come back…you just learn to find little glimpses of ‘me’ time wherever you can get them. Even at the dentist. If you get there 10 minutes early you can also read a magazine in peace. Who needs a day spa?
Daylight savings, the kind where you ‘gain’ an hour used to be something I looked forward to and relished the morning of. The smug feeling of ‘extending’ your Sunday by an hour, meaning work was also an extra hour later, was just too good not to be enjoyed and savored for every ‘extra’ minute it offered. Fast forward to the first morning of daylight saving with a baby…boom… it hit me like a lead balloon. Having a baby means NEVER again enjoying that precious, delicious extra hour EVER again. Why did no-one mention this to me? It’s just one of those rude shocks that comes with having kids that you never anticipate and people should warn you about! I must say, the morning of daylight savings and the thought of the hour forever lost, is always a very sad day indeed.