Having kids means that the prospect of having a hangover and dealing with said kids whilst hungover makes you dread the actual night of drinking right?! But we NEED nights out with our friends, with our partner or with ‘the girls‘… it is necessary to let loose every now and again and have fun; if only for your sanity! We have all been there the next day though… and I’m certain children somehow know. Its like they purposefully go out of their way to make our decrepit, hungover selves feel 100% worse right?! Like a sixth sense. With my Birthday weekend approaching, and the prospect of a sever hangover by me and many of my friends, I wanted to share my wisdom on this subject to hopefully ease such days of hungover mess with children.
As you may know if you follow my blog, I run Rock and Roses Mama alongside working part time in Retail Management; I know a lot of Mothers strive for this balance but believe me the struggles of a woking Mom are harsh… My ‘working Mother’ story is a little long winded so today I am sharing it with you in the hope that it will inspire other Mothers to share their story and provide clarity in the Mothering community.
Ive been seeing a lot of Mama bloggers posting their answers to White Camelias‘ #rockingmotherhood tag and I have actually now been tagged in by two fabulous ladies, Becki from The Mum from Brum and Emma from Emmaology, and can’t wait to share with you all why I think I am rocking Motherhood. It is so important for Mamas to know and be reminded that they are doing an amazing job, it is so easy to be hard on ourselves and feel the dreaded Mom Guilt. But we are all muddling through and doing the very best we can for our gorgeous little people.
Since my little man was…well… little, I have been of the opinion that whatever my feelings were at the time, even well hidden ones, he would pick up on them. Babies are like emotional meerkats and always are completely attuned to their Mothers worry, stress, sadness or happiness (obviously any other emotion applies here… I’m not listing them all out for you…) As the little man has grown in age and independence her still seems to feed off my emotions in a big way; and Ive noticed that my the Mr does too; a happy Mama really does make for a happy home.
Motherhood can be a very lonely existence without the right support networks; I have rambled on before about how integral I feel it is to find your Mama clan and hold them tight. But sometimes you can’t always be wth them and you, god forbid, might actually need to venture out of your home solo with your child. Be it to do the food shop, to go grab a bite to eat, even just to get some fresh air for the two ( or however large your brood) of you. So why when we are actually attempting to do normal, everyday tasks and culture our children by taking them out of the house do we get made to feel hideous if they make the slightest noise or decide they want to have a wander instead of sitting absolutely, statuesquely still and silent?