I hide from my children sometimes.
Not because I don’t love them, but because I love them so much that I know when they deserve me to take a moment.
Read MoreSometimes I wonder where my spark has gone.
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I don’t always laugh at jokes like I used to. Probably because I never get the chance to hear the end of them.
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The jump in my step is more of a drag right now. Probably because I’m carrying little children, and the heavy load that comes with them.
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Read MoreMama,
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I know today has been rough. You have been putting out fires all day, while letting yourself become the ruins.
Read MoreI’m holding my baby who just wants to be held, while watching my toddler about to do something she shouldn’t, again.
Im wearing my husband’s hoody and eating leftovers from my child’s plate, again.
I’m using a teaspoon because the forks are in the dishwasher unwashed, again.
I’m forgetting to breathe while I eat, again.
Read MoreReal motherhood is often what’s behind the social media feeds, the small talk at coffee groups and the closed doors of the four walls.
It’s wanting them to go to sleep at night, because you’re completely spent. Too spent to put the toys away, or the dishes away or the wash on at night. And that annoys you.
Hey Mama,
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Just in case no one asked you today,
How are you doing? How are you feeling? How are you actually?
Read MoreI don’t know about you, but I’m tired. Not just physically but mentally.
It’s not just the broken sleep or chasing littles that’s the root of my tired, but all the thinking, worrying and mentally organising that goes with it.
Read MoreSince becoming a mum, my mind lacks any form of order most of the time. It’s an array of post it note reminders, scrunched up papers and important documents scattered over the office floor waiting to be sorted through, considered and filed appropriately.
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