It went down like this...

There have been a number of incidents over the last few days that havn't been exactly note worthy mumma moments for me. I am not proud of them but when I look back on them this morning they are kind of funny. I do take pride in the kind of mumma I am most of the time so it is hard for me to decide which of these moments I am confident enough to disclose. All I can say is, it isn't always easy being a mumma, especially being a sick mumma and atleast I can laugh at myself.

Should I tell you about the two men (working for a pretty worthy cause) outside the local supermarket that I ever so slightly attacked. Who to my defence wouldn't leave me alone when I was feeling slightly faint (yay for gastro)... ok why not...My internal dialogue should have been 'stay calm and carry on' but it wasn't. It went down like this.. me storming out of supermarket, Miss T in pram losing her mind, hubby with dog vanished, me furious and obviously not really coping...

Young man(YM): are you looking for something?
Mumma(M): yes my hubby and dog
Miss T (MT): still screaming
YM : I havn't seen a husband with a dog here lately! (HELPFUL)
M: well that's interesting because they were here with me 3 minutes ago

YM: why don't you talk to us instead?

M: Seriously, I don't feel well and I am not in the mood (hands waving, feel stomping)
MT: still screaming
Hubby (H): cruising down the street loving his sunday
M: gives pram to hubby, tries to lock pram, pram wont lock, kicks pram lock a number of times...
M: ranting about young men who won't leave me alone
H: babe, they arn't in your world, they don't understand that you are stressed out and unwell. They are just going about their day...sunday bliss I tell you

 



Or should I tell you about my mexican stand off with the hubby this morning  Much less aggressive but never the less I was determined to win. It went down like this...

 

6.20 Miss T wakes and starts crying, I roll over and look at the time, I snuggle back into bed and hope that the hubby will attend to our crying bubba. It should only take a few minutes. (It is a tactic I have used often and had a high success rate with. Why? Because as Miss T spent a good part of her first year as a notoriously bad sleeper, the deal was I did the nights and dadda did the mornings. This worked well but now that Miss T is a pretty good sleeper we do occassionally have a stand off).

 

6.23 Miss T continues to cry (I swear I am not a bad mumma), I look over in hubby's direction to see if there is any movement, nope nothing. I roll back over and keep trying, bubba is still crying (I swear I am not a bad mumma), hubby seems pretty determined himself this morning...I jump out of bed with a little huff and puff, look back at out bed and all becomes clear. There is no hubby only pillows. Hubby has gone to the gym...

 

Atleast I can laugh at myself. I like to think I am not the only one who sometimes sinks instead of swims...I would love to hear of some of your meltdown moments?

 

Mumma has had a few of these moments...



so obviously there was no hubby!

 

who's got separation anxiety?

So today I replaced my role of mummy with my pre Miss T role of teacher. Why? Oh to spice things up a bit. Did I enjoy it... well you know it was alright but unfortunately there was A LOT of separation anxiety going on...for me anyway. Miss T had a fabulous time it seems hanging with her Yaya. While I clock watched, Miss T danced her day away.

At approximately 11am a sweet little student asked me, 'Are you enjoying your holiday Miss'. I almost laughed. I mean the previous 20 minutes sipping a hot tea felt more like the holiday he was referring to. Thankfully I took that extra moment to remind myself that he was only 13 and I was an adult....and how was he suppose to know I was on no holiday!!! Bless him I thought and replied, I'm having a great holiday thank you. (I might add that he had witnessed my ever growing belly the previous year).

Miss T and I reunited over dinner. I couldn't stop watching her, I swear she looked bigger, stronger, wiser. She had this confident look on her face as though she was saying 'what's wrong mummy, I'm fine, what about you?’

So smug!

laundry monsters

I'm suffering from serious Mondayitis. I think Miss T is also. We are Miss and Mrs Grouch I tell you. Yes the sun is shining and all that, but today is getting the better of me and it's only lunchtime. Actually Miss T is more of a whinge pot...I'll be Mrs Grouch and she can be Miss Whinge pot... or perhaps she is just being a typical 9month old and I'm just not in the mood.

And to make matters worse we have all these laundry monsters appearing around the house. They are mocking me on this bright sunny day...You know those large piles of clothes that just keep on growing? Surely I am not the only one with laundry monsters? We have mumma in the laundry, puppa in our bedroom and bubba in the bathroom. Oh how cute we have a whole family! I do try to chip away at them but today they have also got the better of me.

About once a week I do a blitz. Mumma and bubba are often erased (usually to return within 24 hours) but puppa just keeps on growing. He is the biggest and often our own little obstacle course to get into bed. And today there is way to much mondayitis going around to even contemplate where to start.

No one told me I would be become a laundry lady. In fact no one told me I would become Mrs Grouch...I am a little embarrassed to give you a visual on our puppa monster but here goes! Judge me or don't! One day I will be a super mum and we will have no more monsters. When you ask?  Perhaps when we have a bigger laundry...or when it's not a Monday...