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MOTHERHOOD, Year 5 ( Truth or Dare)


I’ve been playing a game with my blog called “Now You See Her, Now You Don’t”. On the one hand it’s because our lives have settled like a cat on a comfy couch and on the other I feel as if I said all I wanted to say   about babyhood  with farmerboy!

Life in farmland has been toddling along comfortably with no major upheavals worth spreading the word about. Mostly.

As compulsively as I blogged about life with baby nr 1( more or less daily from when he was 19 months old till about the age of 3), so I find myself 17 months into the life of his sister not really convinced that a repeat of  solids issues/discipline issues/nappy contents issues/sleep issues/a lack of use of ears issues” is warranted.

Also, baby nr 2 has been infinitely easier right from the start. She eats, she poops, she sleeps, she giggles, she’s into hugs and kisses just like her mother. YAY!

She even kisses and hugs without me asking her first. DOUBLE YAY!!

So this “flash-in-the-pan” post is an attempt to put into words what 5 years of being a mother has been like. The truth and nothing but the truth so help me and so on. Just so that my subconscious and I can get on the same page again.

TRUTHS:

1. Farmerboy puzzles me. As he grows older he puzzles me more and more. ( he’s turning 5 on Thursday). I can never quite predict or fulfill his needs. It’s a scary place to be.

2. He is emotional to the extreme. Extreme happiness, extreme anger, extreme frustration, extreme sadness, extreme empathy. I’ve been told that he takes after me. (!) Which I denied of course. Vehemently, unequivocally and completely.

3. Babygirl and me “clicked” from the word go. I understand every single sound or gesture she makes instinctively and the 2 of us love just chilling together.

4. I love both my children. But I don’t connect with them equally.

DARES:

1. I read glowing blog after glowing mommy blog after positive Facebook update after cute Twitter twitterings about the glories of motherhood. And then I think “But that’s not what it’s like, people! Get real and smell the Spur Burger for vreks sake!”

2. Sometimes I can’t wait to get a break from my own children. Sometimes I have to restrain myself from kissing the nanny when she arrives at 8h00 in the morning.

3. I feel guilty every single day of my life.

4. Sometimes when a glowing friend or celebrity or royal person declares “I’m pregnant!” I think “Hah! Just you wait Kate and Wills, just you wait!!” instead of “Oeee, congratulations! ” ( but then nannies are a given for them, aren’t they?)

 

There.

That’s me for today. And tomorrow. And the day after that.

Until my children pay for my trip to Greece using their own money.

Right up until that day.

Shoot me.

 

 

 

 

 

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DADDY MUST HAVE MARRIED YOU IN THE DARK


 

Everybody knows I’m not the world’s best waker-upper. It takes a good few Nescafe ultrastrongs to get me to a semi-conscious state in the mornings. And even then I’m inclined to communicate in grunts and uh-uh’s.

I wake up with bad hair and a bad attitude. Usually I manage to improve on both before 9h00.

Usually.

On my non-working days things can remain shaky in the dress up and make up department.

I slip easily into a pair of sloppy track suit pants and an oversized T-shirt. The hair gets a quick spritz of water and a fast blow with the hair dryer and the face stayes bare. No one who is anyone is going to see me, right?

Enter 4 year old snarky male-in-the-making.

“Mommy, I’m going with Daddy today. ”  ( suits me fine, my boy. You go farm with your father. )

But he is not done.

“Mommy, you don’t look smart today. Did Daddy marry you in the dark? ”

……….where in the world did he get THAT from??????

I shudder to think.

His grandmother up in heaven telling him to tell his mother to get her @#*&*%  in gear?

Mmmmm……………she always WAS super conscious of looks and had a way of checking for weight gain with the flick of an eye…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

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