Periods & Parenting - A Toxic Concoction
It's here my first period after having my baby. I'm normally pretty emotionally stable, even when its my time of the month. But...already this week I've had to fight back the tears twice. Warning don't mix periods and parenting.
After feeling tearful I ask Michael for a cuddle...you know a little bit of comfort and he says, "ERM I'm just doing something". How rude I gave birth to him he owes me a hug at least!
It's OK I can rely on my little boy to give me a nice cuddle. Nope wrong! Projectile vomited on by Jacob twice in 2 days. I smell, he smells the flat smells. I'm handing in my notice! No, wait....It's OK Phil's home soon all will be fine. Right?
"I think I'm legally obliged to feed him"
So what's put me on the edge you ask? Well, Michael is very accident prone. I'm thinking a stunt man will be a good career for him because he is totally used to getting hurt. Michael starts jumping on my sofa. I warn him to stop as he will get hurt. Then of course shortly after he falls and hits his head on the wall. I try not to say "see I told you so" and act like a caring mother. I throw the baby aside and give a caring hug and the usual comment of, "You complete sausage...what happened?" After reassuring him he won't get brain damage he moves on to the next activity.
He starts building a cushion castle on the floor. I think well this is safer and won't end in tears. So I'm OK with this. But no he spills a drink and sends it flying over my husband's games console. I'm giving booby to Jacob and ask Mikey to clean it up. Cue a melt down over the fact he can't cope with getting a cloth to clean it up. So again I have to toss the little one aside to sort it out. At this point, I'm ready to lose my shit but no. Being as laid back as I am I keep it together and remind myself it's just mother nature blurring the lines of reality.
I calmly ask Michael to pick up the cushions. He then tells me he's too tired to put them back. I hold back from shouting "oh tired, are you? Do you wanna know how tired I am?" I figure I wouldn't get the reaction I want. I bribed him with food. If you don't clear it up, no dinner. What he doesn't know is that I think I'm legally obliged to feed him.
So after having a nice healthy lunch of carrot stick's, hummus and pitta bread to kick start my new healthier frame of mind. I soon end up reaching for the pizza menu. I tell myself at no point during the sick storm and the brain damage drama did I have time to cook dinner. Take away it is. Give me a break people. The diet starts Monday. Tonight's dinner is sponsored by Pizza Hut for this Mum in a Mann's world.
