A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

To be honest it may be more than a thousand. This photo shows how cute my little creations are, that I adore them and that they are happy little souls.

What it doesn’t show is that this week already I have struggled to be a gentle mummy, it doesn’t show that Winnie has thrush on her tongue which she has passed to me through feeding so my nipples are now so sore I have given up on a bra. I still need a bit of comfort so a sports bra it is (I’ve used it maybe twice for actual exercise).  

It doesn’t show that in desperation to get Noah to just be nice and stop acting like he’s taken speed, I got him an 8ft trampoline which cost more money than I have, but I figured was cheaper than counselling.

It also doesn’t show that at 10am this morning I hadn’t even had a wee yet but my lovely little bundles were on their second breakfast…minus the Cornetos that I threw away because Noah wouldn’t stop screaming for them and had just punched me so I cut my losses and threw them away. Regretting it now, they were good. Also there’s no way it could show that I didn’t eat anything until about 10 tonight because I was too busy/stressed and then my attempt at ‘nutrition filled’ oven chips consisted of me pouring vinegar in to my hand because I’m too bloody tired and thought it was the salt!

However, this photo definitely does show my greasy un-styled hair and yesterdays eyeliner smudged under my eyes due to me having no time to give any shits how I look today.

The hardest thing about how happy this photo looks, even though I look on the verge of turning in to a zombie, it that my beautiful little people, as amazing and strong willed as they are, have exhausted me to the point where my nerves are frazzled and my hands don’t work.

I have a condition which affects my nerves and muscles and stress speeds the process up, usually just for a few days but recently I can’t get a break. My own kids are making me feel weak to the point of not being able to make a cup of tea without dropping pretty much everything I touch and it is bloody hard.

I’m hoping tomorrow brings a bit of light and Noah maybe finds his empathy that is hopefully around here somewhere, mummying is bloody hard people, stay strong . If kids are fed, clothed and smell OK, your doing alright, if you have had a shower and can remember what day it is then you are winning!

Jess x

July 28, 2018 by andsotoshop Admin