Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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Friday, March 25, 2011

I can do it. I am a good Mum.

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum. I am a good Mum.

That is what I have been telling myself for the last couple of weeks. The next 3 months are going to be a massive challenge for me. But I can do it. And I will do it. I have no choice.

What am I doing? I am looking after my children by myself for 3 months straight. No more sleep overs an Nan and Pops. No more breaks when they are doing my head in. I am going to do it on my own. Well, with Aaron. When he isn't working at least.

Aaron's parents are going to travel around Australia for 3 months. I am excited for them. They deserve it. They are going to have a great time. Why am I freaking out about this? Well, because they are my life savers. That is why. They are the ones I call when I am going to have a break down and need a break from the kids. They are the ones who take the kids for a night so I can relax and have time for me. So I can get a decent sleep at night.

3 months without this is going to be a massive challenge. But I am their mother. I can look after them myself. And I will do a good job. (I hope). I should be able to do a good job. I am their mother. But, being a Mother really is the hardest job in the world. Nobody actually realises this until they become a mother.

So here is hoping I survive the next 3 months. I may gain 20 pounds and gain a few extra gray hairs. But I will have done it, and done it on my own.
I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I am a good Mother. I am a good Mother. I am a good Mother. I am a good Mother. I am a good Mother.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Cut me like a knife, rip out a part of me.

who knew the words of a 7 year old could cut through you like a knife? I guess the beauty (if you could call it that) of a young child is that they tell it like it is because they don't realise how hurtful some things they say can be.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Not enough

Sometimes, I feel like I am not doing enough as a Mother. Like I could do things better. I know I don't have enough patience. I know I need more patience. I wish I knew how I could be more calm and collected. I get frustrated far to easily and find myself yelling at the kids. I know this is stupid, it is not going to help/fix things. It is only going to show them that yelling is what you do when something isn't going right. I don't want my kids to think this. I need to start setting a better example. I just wish I knew how to do it.