Does anyone else permanently feel like they’re against the clock when you’ve got kids? Everything has a ’time frame’ or limit?
I’m constantly sat here thinking to myself i cant do this i cant do that cause it will take me so long and he needs to be fed…and where can i feed him if I’m out, what if he starts crying half hour before his feed and there is nowhere for me to feed him or he starts a screaming match in the car and I’m out on my own….I’m in a constant battle with myself…!
Want a shower or to get ready in the mornings? You know you have 20 minutes until hes due to wake up screaming cause he wants fed again…or you have about 7 minutes until he gets fed up on his play matt or in his swing and wants out!
Need a food shop? You emerge spending £20 more than you actually budgeted for because you bought a shit toy that was £7 worth of shit, a magnetic train that will most likely never get played with cause by the time he is big enough to play with it you will forget you even bought it and upteem packs of nappies and wipes cause this boy can piss for Scotland!
Planning a day out? You think he will be a good boy and sleep in his pram. Wrong, 50/50 they’ll be up and act like a total twat resulting in your well planned day turning to shite and returning home after an hour cause its so stressful trying to go about with a screaming baby and people scowling at you like you shouldn’t have a child if you cant keep them quiet! If he does behave and is quiet you know you have an hour turn around of chatting coffee with your mum friends before they demand you feed and change them again!
My days are full of washing, washing up, bed changes, cleaning, prepping bottles for Grayson, changing nappies and having about 4 outfit changes as well as squeezing in some fun with my boy! By the time 5pm comes I’m usually more shattered than I am from doing a 12 hour day at work! Just cramming in all the chores and run about after a demanding baby.
If I want to ‘pop’ to a certain shop it involves planning, ‘how long will i actually be, will i need to take a bottle? will he sleep the whole time? how many times I have honestly said ‘he’ll be fine we’ll only be 10 minutes’ and he’s decided to have a screaming match so ive had to abandon the whole shop and leave…
So I’m slowly learning to embrace the MOMBIE, be you and enjoy every time constricted day (even the ones when they’re twats, I’m sure we’ll miss the stage when they start throwing themselves on the floor and back chatting one day no?)