I know it seems ‘trendy’ at the moment to reveal what it’s really like behind closed doors: the reality of family life, toddler troubles and ‘dumb things dads do’. I wouldn’t want to be unfair to my son and Mr LHBL but I must admit that IS what I like to talk about.
So this is my Facebook post that inspired my blog:
I’m not going to lie, life with a toddler is SO tough. Not a day goes by that I’m not totally exhausted, that I don’t hear “mummy” thirty times in a row but still try to respond with “yes, darling?”, or that I don’t sit on the toilet on Facebook for ten minutes just to get some time to myself. Albeit that ten minutes is filled with a million more screams of “mummy” from the bottom of the stairs.
Until recently, I’d only really post cute, happy updates and photos of M on social media because you don’t want people to think your kid is ever a little shit. But when a friend said to me that she can’t believe he could ever be difficult and we always seem to be having a perfect time, I felt terrible. And a liar because he can be a right sod. No mum should ever feel like they’re the only one struggling, or that they’re the only one counting down the hours until bedtime because they’re tearing their hair out. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my absolute pride and joy and most of the time he IS amazing and funny and loving and I wouldn’t change him for a single second. But it’s quite likely that, in reality, that photo of him looking cute covered in ice cream, ten minutes earlier he was screaming and bawling but I couldn’t be arsed with yet another battle so I gave in and bought him a bloody 99.
So now, I love to be honest about my life with a toddler. I’m embarrassed to say I never expected motherhood to be such a huge emotional rollercoaster, I’m raising an actual person, why wouldn’t it be?!