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Things they never tell you after you become a Mum
Hang on. Let me backtrack.
6 years ago, I had had two children in quick succession and after 5 months at home, I went back to work 4 days a week. They were close in age, so I was still getting up for night feeds and I was getting myself dressed and out the door to get to work by 7am. I was exhausted and surviving on adrenaline fumes and caffeine,
I was invited out to a ”work lunch” to celebrate a new client win. Great, I thought. Lunch. Lunch is good. However, I’m an American. And I translated ”lunch” to… well, literally… ”lunch”. Food and stuff, and then back to work. But that didn’t happen. ”Lunch” was a visit to a local pub at 12:30pm, no food, and after 5 glasses of wine and a shot of some blue liquid, I stumbled out of there at 5:30, realising that I had a 40 minute train journey back to Greenwich to relieve our beloved nanny. I had to get there by 6pm. There was
On the train (a packed one, at that), the world was spinning and my vision was blurry and I felt that very familiar lurching, horrible feeling in my stomach that signalled to me that I was about to throw up. Violently.
And I did. Straight into my black leather (very expensive) handbag. Awesome.
I made it home by 6:30pm, stumbling through the door and apologising to the nanny for being late. She looked at me and smiled (she was *totally* judging me) and I remember a distinct look of pity as
She left, I somehow did bath-time, got the kids to bed and passed out. The next morning I had THE MOST HORRIFIC HANGOVER OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. I felt like my brain would pop out through my eyeballs. And it was also my day off, which meant I would be looking after my two children and trying to stay upright and keep food down. My husband obviously laughed at me before he left for work. ”Yeah.. good luck with that” were his parting words. That day my oldest (3 at the time) was saying ”why you walking ’round like an ol’
My point of this story? No one, NO ONE warns you about these things. They tell you how amazing it is to have children, and how they’re such bundles of joy and kisses. They tell you to baby-proof your house from sharp corners and steep stairs. They tell you that your boobs are magical vessels of milk and nutrition. They tell you that your body becomes this voluptuous baby-making machine and is Venus-like. Yes, I’ll agree that it’s all wonderful and life-changing.
But, here’s what they don’t tell you about what happens after these
You say things like ”don’t lick the car” and ”is that poo or chocolate?” with alarming frequency. (Honestly, I am way too comfortable smelling strange-coloured stains.)
You wee a little when you laugh too hard. (Hey, let’s be honest here. They’re called Kegels and we can’t be bothered.)
You inevitably end up shouting at your kids too often even though you said you wouldn’t. (You better name your child something that you *really* like because you’ll be saying it 572 times a day.)
Those
You will learn to hate glitter. Like, actually recoil at the sight of it. (Arts and crafts are fun, until you find glitter in your armpit 3 weeks later.)
You have an audience. Always. For everything. (They especially like to ask you really important, complicated questions when you’re sitting on the toilet, and point at your saggy bits.)
If you’re out for a ”big night”, prepare
For roughly 7 years, your house will have a faint smell of poo. (Nappies, bathrooms, doesn’t matter how and where they do it, the whole house stinks. No joke. Invest in good candles.)
Sometimes you will absolutely look at your child and think ’who the hell are you, and where did you come from?’ (Totally normal. They’re
You will survive on 3-4 hour’s sleep, on average, for the first 7 years. (And it’s somehow possible. Even those days where they get up at 5:30 and by 3pm you start hallucinating from the exhaustion. But you can push through it.)
At some point, your child will hit their head on the floor, fall off the couch or fall down the stairs. No amount of baby-proofing can prevent that. (It’s okay.
You’re *not* going to read books and colour with them all day. Television is perfectly fine, and important for everyone’s sanity. (The Lego can wait. Have a cuddle and relax,even if you’ve already memorised the Thomas The Tank Engine theme tune.)
You can still produce milk from your nipples even after stopping breastfeeding for over a year. (WTF is that? So weird.)
You’ll lose old friends and make new ones. (Some
Having kids doesn’t mean you’ll automatically grow up. (You *still* have no idea what you’re doing. But now, you have more people around to watch you screw up.)
Your parents didn’t have a clue with you, either. (So, take all their ”advice” with a grain of salt and a smile and do it however you want to do it.)
Trust your instincts. (Take all those
And when all else fails, put the television on and have a cuddle. That’s generally good advice for everyone.