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I hate ok. It’s like nice. I hate it when someone says I look nice. I don’t want to be nice, I want to look bloody amazing. But I don’t… The bags under my eyes are like planets and my hair needs a good colour, so fair enough, I will settle with nice.
But ”ok”, it’s one of those words that seems a bit blur. Until you put it in context. I’ve been thinking about it for ages, and some things really are ”ok”.
Being a parent is freaking hard. So hard. People look at you and probably think you’ve got your shit together, but sometimes you’re
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just hoping what you are doing is ”ok”. It is.
It’s ok that you don’t know what you’re doing.
It’s ok that your washing pile is taller than your oldest child.
It’s ok that you use a baby wipe to clean your house, even better if it’s the same one you just wiped a nose with.
It’s ok that you mutter FFS under your breath after hearing ”muuuuuum” for the 14th time in an hour. Not out loud though – they are sponges.
It’s ok that you don’t know when you last shaved your legs. Or lady garden for that matter.
It’s ok that you
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wipe the baby’s nose on the toddlers top cos they are nearer than the tissues.
It’s ok that you forget to brush the kids teeth once in a while. The tooth fairy always has a few quid spare.
It’s ok that you forget to text your mate back, they either understand now, or at some point will do.
It’s ok that you look forward to the day the kids go to nursery. You need you time.
It’s ok that you sometimes shove them in front of the tv. My washing up wouldn’t get done if not.
It’s ok that they’ve had nuggets 3 times this week. It’s
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protein.
It’s more than ok to have wine. I pour at 4 most afternoons.
It’s ok that you give the snooty cow in the supermarket a shitty look when they glare at you whilst the toddler is mid tantrum. We’ve all been there, what’s wrong with a bit of support.
It’s ok if some days none of you get dressed. It’s a pj party. Change the nappies though… They leak.
It’s totally ok to breathe a sigh of relief when the other half gets home from work. You can piss in peace.
It’s ok to co sleep. If it means I sleep I don’t care how many are
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in my bed.
It’s ok to ask for help. Don’t struggle.
It’s ok to cry sometimes. I cried yesterday because I couldn’t find my shoe…
It’s ok to hide the really long book you hate before bed. It’s also ok to make up the words in the ones they don’t know inside out.
It’s all ok. We’re all amazing. We are in this together. Much love mamas x
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Sarah - 28 Feb 16
I hate ok. It’s like nice. I hate it when someone says I look nice. I don’t want to be nice, I want to look bloody amazing. But I don’t… The bags under my eyes are like planets and my hair needs a good colour, so fair enough, I will settle with nice.
But “ok”, it’s one of those words that seems a bit blur. Until you put it in context. I’ve been thinking about it for ages, and some things really are “ok”.
Being a parent is freaking hard. So hard. People look at you and probably think you’ve got your shit together, but sometimes you’re just hoping what you are doing is “ok”. It is.
It’s ok that you don’t know what you’re doing.
It’s ok that your washing pile is taller than your oldest child.
It’s ok that you use a baby wipe to clean your house, even better if it’s the same one you just wiped a nose with.
It’s ok that you mutter FFS under your breath after hearing “muuuuuum” for the 14th time in an hour. Not out loud though – they are sponges.
It’s ok that you don’t know when you last shaved your legs. Or lady garden for that matter.
It’s ok that you wipe the baby’s nose on the toddlers top cos they are nearer than the tissues.
It’s ok that you forget to brush the kids teeth once in a while. The tooth fairy always has a few quid spare.
It’s ok that you forget to text your mate back, they either understand now, or at some point will do.
It’s ok that you look forward to the day the kids go to nursery. You need you time.
It’s ok that you sometimes shove them in front of the tv. My washing up wouldn’t get done if not.
It’s ok that they’ve had nuggets 3 times this week. It’s protein.
It’s more than ok to have wine. I pour at 4 most afternoons.
It’s ok that you give the snooty cow in the supermarket a shitty look when they glare at you whilst the toddler is mid tantrum. We’ve all been there, what’s wrong with a bit of support.
It’s ok if some days none of you get dressed. It’s a pj party. Change the nappies though… They leak.
It’s totally ok to breathe a sigh of relief when the other half gets home from work. You can piss in peace.
It’s ok to co sleep. If it means I sleep I don’t care how many are in my bed.
It’s ok to ask for help. Don’t struggle.
It’s ok to cry sometimes. I cried yesterday because I couldn’t find my shoe…
It’s ok to hide the really long book you hate before bed. It’s also ok to make up the words in the ones they don’t know inside out.
It’s all ok. We’re all amazing. We are in this together. Much love mamas x
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Sarah. Mum to two (sometimes) lovely boys. Learning this motherhood malarkey as I go along.
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Lover of white wine daily!