.haters gonna hate.

This post stems from some bullying in my own life; none of it bad, but enough for me to notice and want to write about it.

Back when I was in school, I was bullied. It wasn't horrendous but I remember being afraid to attend the classes she was in. I'm lucky that I have thick skin (thicker since having kids) and I don't get offended easily. I'm also lucky that I was bullied so I can look out for the signs my kids show if they ever get bullied - I'd honestly like to see someone try.

There's a saying that I'm sure everyone is familiar with - if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all. Utter bullshit! Obviously I never go out of my way to intentionally hurt someone's feelings but I am a firm believer in having my own opinion. Never about how someone should live their life, that has nothing to do with me, but I think it's an amazing thing to have different opinions, to discuss them and to still get along as a human race.

I've been blasted on social media a few times for having a different opinion. I was never rude or mean in my comments but it was often turned back around to say that I was in fact the one bullying. Again, utter bullshit! For example: Ashy Bines and Instagram. I followed the 'fitness guru' on all forms of social media, I even bought her plan when I was desperate to lose baby weight - worst decision. 

She had a post up on insta a while ago along the lines of 'if you hate your life, you can change it. I too used to work a 60+ hour week and was not fulfilled with life. You can quit your dead end job and do what you love. You have the power to change your life, bla bla bla I shit rainbows' ok I made that last bit up but you get the gist of it. 

My response: I'm not sure I agree. If my husband stops working so he could surf everyday (because that's what he loves doing), myself and our 3 kids would be homeless. I appreciate what you're trying to say but I don't agree'

Short story is that a whole lot of girls agreed with me but Ashy blocked me. HA! No loss there really.

I spent most of my life not standing up for what I believe in because I was too scared for being crucified along the way. We are not an army who have to all live the same way, we're different and we should have different opinions; it makes us who we are as a human being. I love getting tattoos and piercings and it does not affect anyone else so why should they care? 

And I will teach my kids to have their own opinion, even if it means being different! 

Being different rocks!!

 

Yes my son is in a dress. You know why? Because he wanted to wear it and he is happy because he looks up to his big sisters. And that makes me proud! Fuck the haters.

Peace and love to all.

You, me + 3

.school holidays suck.

I can not wait until my kids are old enough to visit family in America on their own. I think I'll ship them off every school holidays. 

I have 3 kids on my own a lot and I know my limitations on places I can go. I mean, I'd love to hang at home every day; we're safe, there's food and coffee (and heaps of wine) but I understand that kids have to get out and play. But I have been on that many fucking play dates these holidays that I have stopped liking people all together. On Monday we had 4 play dates! FOUR !!! I was close to Britney's 2007 meltdown, it was that exhausting.

One of Mondays many play dates ^^ 

I'm play dated out. I hadn't been home to vacuum my house for over a week!! (Ok that's not a huge shock, sometimes I just don't want to vacuum for 2 weeks)

I finally vacuumed yesterday and it was glorious. How long do you think it stayed clean for?

Yes, that is a whole tray of bunny litter emptied onto my floor not even 2 hours after a vacuum. I am honestly so used to these things happening now that I wasn't even mad.

I was then having a play date with my besties about 4 hours after the litter incident. While the kids were playing, we watched on in horror as my son pushed my hand bag down her hill, spilling tampons and Karen Walker sunnies everywhere. I went down the hill to retrieve my belongings, guarded with my trusty broom to ward off spiders and there were a fucktone of spiders (I should probably check my undies for ticks too). This was after I called him an asshole, to his face this time - oops. I would have gotten a photo of it too but I was too busy trying not to die. 

I was then lucky enough to clean cottage cheese off my stairs, walls and baby gate, that same day. Such a good day.

So far these holidays: Koa has had about 573 near death experiences (giving me as many grey hairs) and given the bunny about 63 heart attacks. We've had a million play dates, including one starting at 5:30 PM!!! 

My husband has worked late more days than I can count and I have eaten more pizza and drunk more wine than I care to disclose. It's all worth it though, we're kicking some serious debt butt and I have never been more proud of my husband! And just quietly, I'm so jealous that he gets home at 8:30pm and misses the shit fight to get kids to bed.

My standard of what 'clean' is, has gone out the window and junk food is my best friend at the moment (after wine of course). Happy hour is slowly moving back from 5pm to 4pm. I even cracked a bottle at 3:30pm the other day. To be fair though, daylight savings just finished so it was really 4:30pm. #winning 

All in all though, my kids have a great fucking time and that is what matters. I know my time with them is precious and I love every minute of it.

Peace and love to everyone.

You, me + 3

.the loneliness of a stay at home mum.

I became a stay at home Mum 5 years 5 months and 26 days ago.... Not that I'm counting. I had a small stint of going back to work but my eldest got sick so we thought I should stay home and just - wait for it - HAVE ANOTHER BABY... wtf were we thinking? (Youngest child, if you ever read this, we love you)

It's a tough slog. We don't get much adult interaction during the day and when our husbands do get home, we're desperate to run out that door and never fucking return! But we don't. Mainly because I'd be too poor to survive without his income. 

We're a team. As 1950's as it sounds, I do have to agree, to an extent. He makes  us money while I look after the kids/house. I'm not saying I do a GOOD job of it, but I do it. Do I love it? Hell no! It fucking sucks! 

I am totes jealous of my husband being able to escape this mad house everyday while I battle our spawn of satan to JUST GET DRESSED. As much as you may think that stay at home mums just get mani/pedis, go to the beach and check Facebook all day (ok, the last one is true), it's so much more than that.

Before 9am, I have to do a lot of shit. I wrote it all down but it's boring as fuck. Just know that it's a lot. 

Husband: gets up, goes to get me coffee (winning), has shower, gets dressed, goes to work.

WHO WOULDN'T BE JEALOUS??

And I'm never mad at him, just jealous. But you know what? He's probably jealous that I get to spend time (yell at) his kids all day. I got to see all three kids first words, first steps, first sports carnival. As much as I love it, it's lonely as fuck.

Why do you think Mums love wine? It helps us forget about our shitty parenting we performed that day and tomorrow is a new day - we can think about being a shitty parent then. I'm 2 glasses deep of Pinot already! Wine is actually my best friend at the moment. I haven't seen my husband all week (all good, he earned us fuck loads of money) but wine, wine is here for me every night. I talk to my Pinot and damn it, he listens. AND he doesn't talk back. I love him.

My point is, it's lonely.... But I deal with it. I have a little bitch about it every now and again and I have awesome girlfriends to talk to. I know that this time of my life is temporary and one day I'll miss my kids. Just kidding, I'll be sipping margaritas on a well deserved fucking cruise! 

And that's how I conquer my loneliness, by knowing one day I'll be on a cruise.

Peace and love to all

You, me + 3

.mum shaming - stop it.

As Mums, we can't get anything right. We get critisized for absolutely everything and I always felt so judged but recently, I decided to stop giving a fuck. 

I stopped giving a fuck because I realised that I parent my kids for other Mums. 

Sometimes, my kids wanna throw bark on the slide. Ya know what? I don't care if bark is on the slide. That other Mum does, so I regretfully tell my child to 'stop putting bark on the slide' and brush all the bark away. FOR WHAT? So that her 'perfect kid' could maybe eventually slide down that magical, clean slide without getting an ounce of dirt on her? How fucking boring? I take my kids to the park to have fun, do whatever the fuck they can't do at home, but most importantly - to get dirty. A dirty kid is a happy kid. Today, my son played in a puddle of mud and he enjoyed it! 

AND, I let him. You wanna why? Because YOLO - you're only little once :)

Being an adult is shit sometimes and responsibility sucks. I just paid off my car loan last month and although it was very rewarding, I felt old and shitty. I just wanted to be a kid again and play Rambo in the muddy water. I actually wish I joined my son in the mud today. 

Sometimes they just want to play in mud. They don't give a flying fuck about some new fandangle toy you spent 78 bucks on, they want mud and mess and everything they're not allowed. Because THEY'RE KIDS. 

Today, I witnessed a dose of Mum shaming, and boy is it an ugly sight. I saw a child crying for his Mumma today. He was still inside the park enclosure and she had briefly gone outside to breast feed her baby on a picnic blanket. The park was seriously nuts and a million kids were everywhere. So, this Mum was outside the park, casually chatting with a friend while feeding her third child. Unbeknownst to her, her middle child was crying for her. Not really at an age to talk, we tried to ask where his Mum was.

It had barely been a couple of minutes when I started hearing some Mums making snide comments to the nature of 'you'd think she'd notice if her kid was missing' and so on..

Now, maybe I'm sensitive because she's part of the 'three kid crew' and she was relatively new to it, but I felt really sorry for her. These Mums, who had no idea about who she was as a human being, were making shitty comments about her parenting, behind her back. 

I ended up going up to her as we left and gave her the 'I've got 3 kids too, I get it' talk. 

Nobody needs to feel more shitty than they already do !! Don't comment or judge, leave other Mums the fuck alone. 

If you have a shitty, negative comment about another Mum; write it down on a piece of paper, roll it up, shove it up your butt, shit it out and flush it..... No one wants to hear that shit (yes, oh God yes... Pun intended)

If you have encouraging words, by all means, tell that Mum!!!

You, me + 3

.these are not the best days of my life.

A little while ago, a good friend of mine wrote a post very similar to what I'm about to write about (sorry Lyns). But I decided to put my own spin on it.

I have a great life; I live at the beach, so close in fact, I can smell, hear and see the ocean from my bedroom. 

I have an awesome husband who loves me, and I him. We have 3 awesome children, which we conceived naturally, had no miscarriages and I birthed them all out my vag. Sounds beautiful, right?? 

Then why the fuck do I hate life sometimes? 

When people tell me to 'cherish these years', I seriously want to headbutt them. 'They won't be this little forever'. Well thank fuck for that! Do you know how many times a day I have to stick my arm in a fucking toilet? Or watch my son bathe himself and drink toilet water...? I can't WAIT for him to grow out of that! 

I can't wait to buy nice things again and to decorate my house how I want and not have EVERYTHING broken in 5 minutes. 

I can't wait for my oven to not look like this:

Locks everywhere and he STILL works out how to open the fucking thing!!!

Every cupboard in my kitchen has a lock on it. Do you how time consuming it is to unlock and lock it back when you're trying to cook dinner? I'm going to have an extra 3 hours a week to MYSELF when I get rid of those damn locks!

I can't wait for my son to grow out of the throwing every clean towel in the shower game. I wash a load of towels every day and do you think we ever have ANY clean ones? I had to dry myself with a fucking face washer the other day because I gave up.

I can't wait for the days when I tidy my house and it STAYS tidy. My poor husband comes home every night and it looks like a bomb has hit the place... Cleaning the house with 3 kids in it is like brushing your teeth whilst eating an Oreo. Doesn't matter how much you brush, they'll still be covered in Oreos. 

I can't wait for my kids to be able to wipe their asses and wash their own butts! I'm sure my neighbours are delighted to hear me call out 'don't forget to clean your fanny and your bum' Every. Damn. Morning. 

I can't wait to have legs not covered by scratches and bruises. My husband commented on the state of my legs last night, he told me I look like I've been abused. I HAVE BEEN, BY YOUR CHILDREN!!! 

I also currently have 3 bite marks on my stomach.

Some days, are seriously awesome! But other days, I honestly consider driving off a cliff. 

If these are the best days of my life, then I'm done with life!! 

Really? The best days?

My best days are spent smelling like I haven't showered for 24 hours?

My best days are spent being told I'm stupid for telling my kids they can't have cake for breakfast?

Doubt it!!!

These are NOT my best days. 

But it's ok!  

My kids mean the world to me and it is NOT the end of the world to feel like crap. I know my life will be less hectic as time goes on.

But one day I will miss those mornings that my kids wake me up by head butting me. I'll miss the hectic noise in my house.

And most of all, I'll miss my kids. 

I know they all grow up and move out at some stage and I promise to cherish these moments :)

You, me + 3

 

.mum life - part 2.

Today, I genuinely asked another Mum at school drop off, if I could send my son back to where he came from and have him back at around the age of 4 (ish). He is currently sitting on the couch next to me, playing with his willy, watching frozen. I don't know what emotion to feel as I am numb. I am numb to the constant abuse; emotional abuse, physical abuse and never being able take a shit on my own.

Being a Mum is a tough gig. It's tough because we cop a lot of shit, put ourselves last and don't get as much support as we need. I'm usually an emotional mess (Thanks hormones) and some days, I honestly can't handle being in public...

What childless people don't understand is that we put our lives on hold so we can put our child's lives first. Let me tell you, it fucking sucks! But no one talks about it, and it's not fair!!! 

No one talks about the times that they want to slap their child for calling them stupid. No one talks about the days you sit and cry in the shower because you feel like a shit ass parent who can't get anything right! No one talks about how frustrating it can be to get up 7 times a night and end up sleeping on the couch so you don't cop a bottle to the face.

Everyone sugar coats shit and I'm tired of it. I understand that I have been given a gift that some women haven't - to bear children, and I am 100% grateful for that. I am NOT complaining, in any way. I just want people to know that it is NOT easy. 

Your laundry will forever look like this: 

And I've done 2 loads of washing TODAY!! My house is only tidy when I have visitors and trust me when I say that it kills me!

Your lounge room will look like this:

Only 5 minutes after it was spotless.

People may think that this blog is about complaining about my life, but it's not. I love life (today I hate it). Yes, it is hard but I would NOT trade it for the world. The way my daughters eyes lit up when I was able to go to her school carnival - priceless! But then she ruined it by screaming at me because she didn't want to go with me, she would rather go home on the bus with her friends.

All those times my son scratches me, bites me, slaps me, shoves me; worth it when he wakes up every morning and gives me mega kisses and cuddles!!! 

But then he ruins it by emptying the bunny litter on the floor and I just want to slap him. But I'm a good Mum so instead, I throw an empty milk bottle at him. I still love him but he can seriously be an asshole sometimes. I just cut up some cucumber for us to share and half way through eating it, I realised he pissed in it. Fuck. My. Life. 

Oh and he just took a shit on my foot. 

It seriously is the best; to have kids. I truly cherish it, even though it's the hardest experience of my life, I love it. 

They really do test us to the limit but I'd rather have a kid with a bit of sass than a boring ass kid who acts like they're in the military from day dot. I like the sass, I like the swearing (sometimes) and I especially love the rumbles!!!

It's ok to feel shit sometimes. As Mothers, we all feel it from time to time and it's OK to ADMIT it! It doesn't mean we love our children any less! If anything, it means we care. We want to be the BEST mother we can possibly be! Even if it includes drinking wine every night!

Love to all..... #mumlife

You, me + 3

.mum life - part 1.

You know you're a Mum when:

You willingly leave the house with snot smeared on your crotch (at least it looks like you've had some action ;-))

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

You pick a human turd up off the floor with your BARE HAND, just so your baby doesn't get to it before you grab the toilet paper. Even though it's only 2 steps away - he'll still beat you to it.

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

Your breakfast is a piece of half eaten vegemite toast and 2 bites of the last apple. Obviously, when you're nice and offer your child the last apple, it's disgusting and how could you dare? But when you eat the last apple...? How could YOU DARE...? 

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

You get excited when you hear the wiggles are in town but don't even bat an eyelid when Pink is in town.

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

You smell someone's butt to check if they've done a shit.

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

You clap and shout 'YAY!' while watching someone take a dump.

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

Your shower looks like a barbie orgy

You know you're a Mum when:

You have a designated cardy sleeve to wipe snot with.

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

You don't want to move because your kids have been asleep on you for an hour but you'd rather be uncomfortable than risk waking them. (My favourite)

#mumlife

You know you're a Mum when:

After putting kids down to nap, you sit and relax on the couch, only to realise that you have been watching Peppa Pig, Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom and Playschool for 40 minutes and actually enjoyed it. 

#mumlife

Can't wait to bring you part 2.

You, me + 3