On paper, today sounds like a winner. I had a good sleep, the morning went well, lunchboxes were packed, everyone did what they were told, we've had kinder, a lovely catch up with my bestie (Let's call her #ME*), washing has been hung out, the sun is shining, I'm onto my third coffee, sharing texts with Mrs Appletree*, everyone has eaten well and we have something fun on tonight up at kinder.
But...I feel blah. A bit flat. A bit tired. A bit grumpy. Don't really want to deal with anything. Just a bit over it. At first, I put it down to mumlife. The same old, same old routine, food, nappies, wipe this nose, pick up that toy, carseats and giant handbags and squabbles over trains. But then...that's not mumlife, it's just part of my life. The same as coffee and kisses from my husband and wiping the bench and brushing my teeth (usually before I kiss my husband) and tying my shoelaces (Converse. White. or Nikes. Black)
At the moment, I'm a...a...an ummmm, I don't know what the correct term is. I don't do paid work, but I'm not a 'stay at home Mum', because I don't stay home all day. I'm not 'just a Mum' because I'm not 'just' anything - I'm a fun person, a good friend to some wonderful people, an excellent wife to a gorgeous husband, sister to an incredible girl, daughter to great parents, mother of 2 rad boys . I'm also a lover of food, of coffee, of Netflix, of interiors, of rain on the roof and trees and mountains and groovy strips of shops and denim and black and white and grey. And snow...that's my favorite thing, ever.
So having children is just part of me, it's not all of me. So it seems unreasonable to blame my blah day on that. People without children have those days too. Everyone does.
And that's what you can expect from me here. A bit of mumlife. A bit of food. A bit of denim. A bit of blah. A bit of YAY! And a whole lotta Rosie*
* #ME is My Everything. She's my bestie, it's a whole other post.
* Mrs Appletree, another bestie. Blonde, slim, gorgeous, just had her second babe, you know #nailingit
*Not to be confused with Whole Lotta Rosie by AC/DC - She ain't exactly pretty, Ain't exactly small, Fourt'two thirt'ninefiftysix
You make a damn good point about the term "Stay at Home Mum"... it's redundant these days! We're not just 'mum', we are so much more to so many people with our own goals and ambitions. We no longer need to be 'employed' to have a career with our generation of mumpreneurs, balancing family life with doing things we love from home. And for the precious time we are at home bringing up our kids, we are still the same person we were before kids - same likes & dislikes, same quirks & dreams, just with the added role of multitasking Mum! ����
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