I honestly think I have a girl crush on all of them. They're honest. And real. And don't have pinterest perfect lives. They struggle. They cry. They lose their temper. And occasionally swear in front of their kids.
And they're fine. Their kids are fine. They are all bloody brilliant.
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I'm aware that they do get a lot of stick in the media for not being the perfect mummy, but I honestly couldn't have survived these last two years without their blogs/social media. They make me feel normal. I have no idea what I'm doing and am well and truly winging this whole motherhood thing. But to see that everyone else is also struggling and having a few bad days, well, that makes me feel brilliant.
Some days I paint my daughter's hands and feet and don't care about the mess on the kitchen floor. Some days we go for a stroll in the park and spend hours (ahem, 20 minutes...) playing with the leaves and stones. Some days she's a knobhead.
And that's ok.
I love My Little One more than I ever thought I could, and some days are well and truly perfect. But, honestly? They're rare. Most days are full of tantrums, tears, shouting, bogies, poo poos, wee wees, soggy crisps, Teletubbies, Bing (don't get me started on that tiny little idiot...), bribes, promises and wine. Lots and lots of wine.
But even in this day and age, it's not always acceptable to talk like this.
I have maybe 3 other mums I can talk openly to about this stuff. But, as for the other mums...I, shall we say, bend the truth...
"Oh I absolutely love reading to The Little One at bedtime."
"I made fresh homemade gluten free pizza with no added salt over the weekend and The Little One ate it all."
Bull. Shit.
I know some mums are born to be mums, and fair play to them. Those mums who have their pinterest perfect lives, and who are honest about it - go ahead. But don't lie. No one cares if you gave your Little One fish fingers every night last week. They're still alive. Doing fine. And love you for it!
I love talking to my 3 honest mum friends. Two are colleagues of mine. I'd never even spoken to them until we'd all had our Little Ones, and now that's all we talk about. But, to begin with, we were all a bit shy about it all. Until, one day, I blurted out that My Little One had been a right twat on my day off, that I was knackered, and was planning a day of annual leave and sending The Little One to nursery. Gasp. Horror...nope. They looked at me and smiled. They were both struggling. They both needed a day off. And so they both had one. With all the Little Ones happily playing at their respective nurseries.
And as for my third Mum Friend. Well, she's simply the best. I met her at my very first baby group, roughly two months after giving birth. It was a baby sensory class on the other end of town at 11:00. Boy, was I proud of even showing up! We bumped into each other in the church hall lobby and panic rose in us as we saw a baby class mid-way through. Had we missed it? But we're here, on time, clean (ish) and the babies are quiet (ish).
Fortunately, we hadn't missed our class as it was an earlier one for the older kids. But this moment of panic cemented our friendship. We hit it off straight away and have been inseparable for the last two years. We're brutally honest with each other and that's how we like it. That's how we survived the last two years.
Let's be honest ladies. Our Little Ones are well and truly awesome, until they're not. And then they're little knobheads.
Let's be honest. Let's tell it how it is. Let's do more than survive and try to enjoy this motherhood malarkey together.
Now, pass me the wine. And chocolate. Oh, and those doritos. Yum.
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