Sometimes in life you really feel like you’ve got it all together, you walk around with a breezy little smile on your face and a spring in your step. I find myself looking back at ‘the early days’ with a nostalgic chuckle and congratulate myself on how far I’ve come. For those of you who didn’t witness my early days of motherhood first hand…they were messy. Aside from breastfeeding – which we absolutely nailed (credit where credit is due) my entrance into motherhood was as elegant as trying to get out of one of those dingys on a waterslide. I digress, back to the breezy smile; this must be what yummy mummies feel like all the time! Could my life be making a u-turn into ‘manicured, freshly baked, please use my CLEAN toilet’ land?
Of course not! Motherhood has an uncanny way of snotting on your shoulder and pulling you back down to earth with 6 trips to the doctors in 3 weeks and a poo incident. Problem is I’d gotten cocky and ventured into the realms of overconfident parenting and here I confess to you my failings…
- After a wonderfully relaxing weekend away with friends Florrie somehow got a wedgie during our final meal out. Highchairs are naturally her favourite place to poop. Let’s just say the sheer scale of the ‘incident’ was unable to be controlled by just mummy and daddy. After being peed on we were forced to call in further reinforcements in the form of our lovely friend Sarah. When it takes 3 grown parents to hem in a poo explosion it’s a definite fail. Furthermore I had ignorantly stopped packing spare clothes because my baby is just so clean and we hung our heads, as shameful parents do when they carry a half naked baby out of the toilet.
- Our daily first world struggle is getting all three of us up, dressed, fed and in our only car by 7.45am everyday to take Daddy to work. I have found the only way to make it happen is if I don’t eat breakfast, I will not, however, forgo my cup of tea. The other day I spotted my undrunk mug on the side as we leapt out of the door. After smashing my travel mug last month I thought, how hard can it be to hold a cup steady in a car? Turns out very. Before hubby had even released the hand brake the entire cup was in my lap and I spent the next hour in cold, soggy leggings, praying that today would not be the day I got pulled over looking like I’ve wet myself.
- Finally in attempt to create a well rounded child that doesn’t make people pull faces when you walk into a toddler group I have begun the adventure of ‘No!’. Turns out Florence is sassy. ‘Sassy’ a term used to describe the spirit displayed when an infant bites the finger you extend when telling them ‘No’ for previously biting your shoulder.
Happy Friday Eve dear ones!
-Fifi & Sassy Pants Florence x