Sometimes we just need to hear the words ‘it’s OK’. But it’s also so important that we tell ourselves that it’s OK.
So I’ve had a couple of months off from blogging and it’s been a busy and yet relaxing time, without feeling the pressure of ‘needing’ to write something, but rather more a comfortable ease of knowing I can write when I ‘want’ to. After all, I began blogging because I enjoy rambling on and it’s a fun hobby to have which is mine. And all mine.
Being a full time mum is extremily hard work and distracting. We get swept up in the motions and waves of life, sometimes at such a rapid pace that you barely have a moment to think/ breathe or blink. Diaries get filled up with one thing or another, plans are made and undone depending on the severity of your stress levels from week to week (oh and how much sleep you’ve had!). Demands are being constantly made of you, from every tiny human in then house, with any rare gratification and sometimes little appreciation! Your brain frequently skips from thinking ‘when did I change his nappy last?’ to ‘I need to post that card’ to ‘do we have chicken or fish tonight?’. Apparently women are very good at multi tasking and I like to think I’m right in there…but take all of my jobs and tasks off my hands for just 1 day and I would be a lost (but very thankful) puppy. I’m useless at switching off. I’m useless at enjoying my own company. Im useless at silences. But that’s OK.
I have to remind myself that it’s OK to feel shit occasionally. That it’s OK to feel grumpy, upset, tired and cross. Being a mother is a thankless job. We don’t get regular ‘appraisals’ or ‘bonuses’. We crack on day in and day out, same routine, same tiny humans, same jokes, songs and tantrums. And that’s OK. We are blessed with health and happiness and a safe roof over our heads. So what if you cry because you’re exhausted and you’ve just dragged the kids through the pouring rain to get home with the (wet) food shop…only to find that you forgot the milk. So what if you didn’t get round to reading with your child after school last night because tantrum-gate happened unexpectedly.
You’re OK. It’s OK.