mummy is always tired

When Does A Mummy Become A Mummy?

on March 28, 2014

I’m not sure when I became a mum.  Not in the physical sense because that would be glaringly obvious, the 9 months of pregnancy and the eventual labour would be a clue.  I mean in the more cognitive sense.  The other day I was discussing my eldest with a work colleague; I was describing how she has developed into the world’s greatest dilly dallier when it comes to bed time.  “I am very hungry” is the usual tactic (she not ‘very hungry’ at all, but she is very good at procrastinating).  My usual response is: “go back to bed and if you’re still hungry in ten minutes come and get me”, she then toddles off and ten minutes later is snoring away.  My colleague chortled “that’s such a mum thing to say” which then got me thinking, when did I start being ‘such a mum?’

I used to spend my money on things I really liked – £165 Gucci sunglasses? Yes please.  £75 Whistles top? Only if you insist.  A quick drink after work, which would then turn in to several cocktails, shots and a good measure of wine followed by a  late night McDonalds at Waterloo station – oh go on then!  My pre child self would hardly recognise me now – Gucci sunglasses? How impractical, pass me my prescription sunnies please.  Whistles? They’re annoying ‘musical’ instruments aren’t they? Quick drink? No such thing anymore, firstly I have to drive to and from work – a 70 mile round trip every day and secondly, it’s been so long since I’ve indulged in cocktails, let alone shots that the mere sniff of the ol’ vino blanco can send me into an intoxicated stupor.

I think I used to be fun.  Fun for me now entails lying on the floor whilst my two children put stickers on my face.  At least this way I can have a lie down and not do anything except listen to them giggle away as one puts a sticker on my face while the other delightedly peels it off only to stick it somewhere else upon me.  Occasionally we indulge in some serious fun which usually involves my eldest sitting on my back whilst pretending I am a horse.

My mother always used to say “you’ll love gardening when you’re older” to which I would smugly snort at in disdain.  Now I have a vegetable garden and get excited about having a potting table.  Who’s smug now?   It’s scary to know that a lot of the things my mother used to say I now find myself repeating – “don’t jump on the sofa, sofas are for sitting not for jumping” – or  –“you have to brush your teeth otherwise they’ll fall out”  or how about  “I told you not to do that, it serves you right.”  With each passing month I find myself coming out with more ‘mummyisms.’  So, when did this all creep up on me? Probably from the moment I realised that I was not the centre of the universe, that fun could be something other than weekly shopping sprees at Selfridges and downing Caipirinhas (very tasty, can highly recommend).  Fun is now enjoying being a mum to My Wilful Eldest and ChubWubs and if becoming a living sticker book makes them happy, then so am I.

 

 

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One response to “When Does A Mummy Become A Mummy?

  1. Becks says:

    I can really relate to this – well done xx

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