Do you ever look back at pictures of yourself before you became a Mum and think how easy and carefree it all was? No care for anyone else but yourself doing what you want when you want not having to make sure you have enough bottles in the changing bag as well as a few extra changes of clothes ‘just incase’ or check they haven’t done a poo every time you go to leave the house!
If you felt ill you called in sick to work and spent all day in bed watching good old Jezza Kyle and other shit daytime TV and actually got better rather than having it power through and look after the tiny human whilst feeling like death but they still need keeping alive so you have to ‘man up’.
The girls could ring or text an hour before saying ‘pub?’ You could just go, lather up the fake tan, stick on something other that jeans and a hoodie and actually walk out of the front door looking half decent all within the hour without any responsibility or care.
You could wake up and decide you fancy mooching round the shops, not actually with anything in mind to buy, but just walk aimlessly up and down the shopping centre browsing taking your time without a ticking time bomb sleeping in the buggy then they decide they’re all of a sudden so hungry and have a meltdown because they don’t want to sit still a minute longer!
Catch a TV show like ‘ex on the beach’ and remember all the girls holidays when you could do shots at 10am and wear whatever you wanted without worrying about ‘the pouch’ or if you can actually pull it off because ‘your a mum now’ or coming out with the comment ‘jesus thats not leaving much to the imagination is it’ cause your a mum now and wearing that would simply be frowned upon.
Have a shower or a bath for longer than 3.5 minutes without them screaming cause they are bored on the play matt or in the swing, or simply woke up cause they farted and scared themselves awake!
On a nice (rare) warm sunny day you can get yourself straight to a beer garden drink yourself silly in ciders and stumble home and not have to worry about hats and sunscreen on your little one’s milky sensitive scottish skin!
But then do you look at pictures of them or watch them growing and changing or cuddling up to you and think how on earth did I ever cope without you? I do and I wouldn’t change a single thing! 💙 (although I would still love to fit in this orange bikini from about 6 years ago)