We'd all love to be Supermum. The ones who have time to cook everything from scratch, play with their child and be super creative. I thought I'd be this kind of mum. When I was pregnant, I had visions of me and my baby baking cookies, painting with potatoes and never ever getting cross with him.
And then he was born and I realised that was a dream. Some mums are lucky enough to be like that. Unfortunately, that just wasn't meant for me. I try to cook everything from scratch but there are some days where I'm that tired, I feel like my eyes are going to fall out. So freezer food is the only choice for dinner. I also hate the mess and washing up made from cooking so some days I'm just too lazy to clean that mess up! So I avoid the cooking in the first place!
I haven't been creative in the slightest! I started making a button H canvas for Henry's room. I started it 5 months ago and it's still sat unfinished. I would love to be more creative but I just can't get into that mindset.
And I do get angry with him. Those times where I repeatedly say no while he pressed buttons on the Sky box. Or when he acts like I'm trying to rip his face off when all I want to do is wipe his snotty nose!
It's ok not to live up to those expectations. I've had such a difficult time with Henry lately. He's whinging at every little thing. Gone are the days where he could play on his own while I got on with housework. Nowadays, Timmy Time is constantly on the TV while I try to clean/cook/put a wash on. He's also taken to waking up at 6am but he'll go back to sleep when we bring him into our bed. But by that point, I'm awake..and then tired by midday. So my nerves are on edge anyway.
I felt bad that I was getting annoyed at him. I thought he must be in pain or tired. And then I stopped feeling guilty. I still try everything to make him happy again. But I remember that I'm only human. I'm not Supermum.
