‘I love my son more than anything, but on a daily basis, if I have a minute or two, I wish I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever I want. Every single day I feel like that.’ – Adele
I adore Adele for a number of reasons. Her latest interview in Vanity Fair (which you can read in full here) makes me love her even more. I am also one of those mothers who isn’t afraid to say that sometimes, just for a minute, I too wish I could do whatever I want.
There are websites upon websites that have articles or pages dedicated to Mum’s who have confessed to funny, shocking or relatable occurrences. We find ourselves in an age which allows us to connect with other Mothers on a level that no other generation has experienced. It is both incredible and terrifying all at the same time.
“I confess that most days, I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. Everyone thinks I have it all together — good wife, good mom, successful career — but I really don’t. I’m ready to stop pretending to be perfect now.”
“Mother dropping her kid for a sleepover at my house: ‘No food dye, no dairy, just soy milk, only organic food, and we don’t eat ANY fast food.’ I let them eat all the junk they wanted. They seemed fine.”
“I forget to brush my 1- and 2-year-olds’ teeth. I am not sure why it’s so hard for me to remember, but it’s a good thing that these teeth will fall out.”
You can read more over at Scary Mommy Confessions but I warn you, you will be there for DAYS. You may also find some of the confessions rather confronting.
I confess that sometimes, especially if I am experiencing a particularly bad anxiety day, I allow Olivia to watch TV for as long as she wants. I am not great with bed times or enforcing any form of rules. I can spend all day not wearing any pants but get dressed before Matt walks in the door.
I got so upset one night when Olivia was screaming, I said to Matt “THAT’S IT, I AM LEAVING”. I was at the end of my rope and was so afraid I was losing my mind. He said “Fine, go then”. So I did. I left the house in my hole ridden PJ’s, slammed the door and sat in the passenger seat of the car. It took about 14 seconds for me to realise how insane I was being. I had a good cry, took a few deep breaths and came back inside.
Because it is OK to feel like it is too much some days. Or even every day.
Being a parent is fucking hard work.
What is your Mummy Confession?