Monday, 3 October 2016

The Un-filterable.


You know those days when its not even 10am 9am and you're already wondering if its bedtime yet?
I like to refer to those days as the un-filterable.  There is simply no Instagram filter that could make the snapshots of those days any better.  

We have been going through a bloody tough time with our son Harry.  He is coming up to 3 and it seems like the whole terrible twos/threeanger thing has well and truly kicked in.  There doesn't seem to be a day lately where I haven't had to tell him off for doing something naughty or battle with him across the dinner table. 

I don't understand why mums (and some dads, don't want to leave you out there lads) find it so hard to share the tough parts of parenthood.  Those real dark times where you have said a few swear words to your children, not even under your breath.  Where you physically have to lock yourself in the bathroom to stop yourself from bursting into floods of tears from frustration.  Or when you're scrubbing lipstick out of the brand new sofa because you stupidly left your handbag at toddler-level.
I haven't been posting as much as I usually would on Instagram because of course no one wants to see photos on their social media feed of that puddle of wee your son just gifted you on the rug or the almighty tantrum over wanting to wear a shark print swimsuit with slippers to nursery.  So pre-mum you are led into this false sense of everything being pink and fluffy, with not a meltdown in sight.

I am certainly not one of those people who pretends that it is all fine and dandy and that I love being a mum every second of every day, because I don't!  Its the hardest job I've ever done.  I'm not a mumsy mum and sometimes I would rather talk about makeup and Geordie Shore than whether breast is best.  We don't do arts and crafts at home twice a week because I simply can't stand the mess, and I let Harry watch his iPad whilst eating his breakfast every morning!  AND SOMETIMES (this one is really bad) I have to bribe him with chocolate in order to brush his teeth.... ironic?!

Why am I writing this you may be asking yourself?!  Well its simply just a ramble, a real life one where it isn't all sunshine and rainbows.  Sometimes I want to smash my phone up when I see how seemingly perfect another family's life looks.  But I have to remind myself that it is all the work of the ever popular Valencia filter, and really I bet those people are going through the very same struggles that I am.
Also.. I do really love the bones off my son even if I did almost want to throw him out the window at 3am this morning!!  I know it won't last forever and its all part of the parenting game!
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3 comments

  1. I'm a real mum! *hands up over here* - the people on my FB page really appreciate the honesty - so I share it with them .... the days when I just want to cry, the days when code beige fussy eating goes off the chart and the days when he pulls my trousers down in public, revealing my spotty knickers Primark to all and sundry ... yep this happened! Keep it real Lucy, other mums need to hear it! Great blog. Charlie xx

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    1. Woop woop I am one of those people who appreciates your honesty Charlie!!! I bet you looked fab rocking those spotty knickers!!!
      Thanks for the comment lovely xx

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  2. Bloody love this! From one honest mama to another. One thing about my blog is I don't sugar coat shit - yes we love our babies but oh my God they are hard work. And sharing that honestly reassures other Mums that it's not all cute smiles, and angelic looking babies. Being a Mum is the biggest challenge in the world! Just keep repeating the Mum mantra "it's just a phase"! xxx

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