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It sucks to be a mum.

Being a parent sucks. I don’t have time to do my make up. I don’t have time to brush my hair. I often smell like baby poo and I am often covered in baby dribble. I spend my days chasing Little R around the house and picking up her clothes. She screams at me when I tell her off or won’t let her play with the plugs, or the bleach. I can’t have anything to eat or drink without having to share. My husband and I hate each other 99% of the time (Sorry, darling). My best friend is Ewan the Sheep.

And yet, it is the best thing that I have ever done.

I adore my little girl. Every day she fills me with pride. She surprises me with everything she can do. At eleven months old, she argues with me and tells me ‘no’ when I annoy her. She reads books to the dog. She has started to empty every single cupboard in the house. She is absolutely full of attitude. She spends her time walking around our furniture and singing at the top of her voice.

And yesterday, she gave me a kiss for the first time.

I love being a mum. I have never been more exhausted, more stressed and, ultimately, more in love. I love my husband for being such a good dad, and for helping to bring such an amazing little girl into the world, and I love my baby girl more than anything. My family is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I am so thankful.

So, having a baby sucks. You’ll be poor. You’ll be tired. And you’ll probably smell. But you’ll be happier, and your heart will be fuller, than it has ever been before.

 

Rhyming with Wine

A Mum Track Mind

 

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11 thoughts on “It sucks to be a mum.

  1. Lol…at 2, my nephew won’t give kisses, he’ll give his cheek so you can kiss him, like he’s a potentate. My niece loved the knives my sister had in a wooden holder on the counter, and at about a year old would go for a knife whenever anyone sat her on the counter. At a year & a half, my niece very quietly removed a bag of Nestle Tollhouse morsels (my sister was very busily cooking) and ate all the morsels and then presented the empty bag to my sister, announcing she needed more.

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    1. Haha I adore your stories about your family, children are such terrora and they are hilarious! Little R is just such a monkey, she eats the dog food all the time and when she has decided she doesn’t want it anymore she hands it to me, soggy and chewed. She is disgusting!

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  2. I remember that vividly. For us everything you’ve mentioned has gotten better as our boy got older. Definitely still sucky moments but they are fewer and the there are more lovely times. Hope it gets easier for you too xxx

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  3. emptying all the cupboards! How I remember that haha… its not always roses and cuteness but your right, it is true love! And they will trade emptying cupboards for emptying the fridge, although I don’t think they ever change arguing back occasionally lol #fartglitter

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  4. Love this honest post! It can be SO challenging with little ones but when they come over for a hug, and say they love you? The heart melt is for real! (The wiping their noses on your arm while they’re hugging? Not so much…) Thanks so much for linking this up over at #sharethejoy and hope to see you again next week x

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  5. You have to love that aroma of baby poo that hangs around you as a Mum, luckily most people you meet are in the same boat! Sometimes you can really feel like it is the worst most difficult thing ever, but then they wander over place their sticky hands on your knee and say love you mum! All is forgiven 🙂 #fortheloveofBLOG

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  6. Love this SO much! Parenting IS hard, one of the hardest things we will ever do, and many times I have found myself wishing that I didn’t have to always think about somebody else when I am so beyond exhausted… BUT it is the most precious thing in the world and I wouldn’t have it any other way 🙂 Thanks for sharing this beautiful post #sharethejoy

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