Nothing is the same once you have kids.Whether it’s your pelvic floor, dam you childbirth (thank the lord for Tena Lady), or your inability to stay awake past 10 pm (what would I do without Sky+). Life has changed.
In some ways, just a little bit (only a teeny tiny bit) it has changed for the worse. For me that would be the fact that our toddler loves 5 am, there really should be just one that I see in any given day. And the second, that I don’t get to drink cocktails and dance on a dance floor in a night club anymore. Carefree, losing myself in the music. I am just too tired. I’m like the modern-day Cinderella, rather than turning into a pumpkin at midnight I fall asleep. Literally my eyes close and I have to leave. It is a standing joke with my friends. At a recent birthday bash I made it until 12.45 am … The girls were rather impressed. The first time since the 26th June 2011. Woohoo.
However, and for me anyway life changed for the better when Lil G arrived. He made what I now refer to as Our Little Family. He made us complete.
It goes without saying that becoming a parent changes you, it alters the way you see things, how you prioritise things, how you view work. It hasn’t changed the things I love. I just don’t get to do them as often as I’d like or am able too.
It is safe to say that all parents are in the same boat. Sailing along on this parenting journey trying not to wish away the early years in the hope for a lie-in. To be able to enjoy a drink without the fear of a 5 am start with a hangover. How is it our toddler has so much energy at such an ungodly hour? Or the day when I can take up my revenge on an unsuspecting teenager! Now that is something to look forward to. It will most definitely involve a bucket of water (I will pretend it is wee for all the times he has wee’d on me), then there will be the smacking on the head with a Spiderman toy or worse still a Hobby Horse … the list is endless.
Some parents cope with it better than others. Some mummy’s still manage to dress like Carrie Bradshaw (I hate you, actually I am just jealous!). Some just adapt. Some go on to have many more and some stick at the one *puts hand up*. Some have to work incredibly hard to balance the life of a working parent combined with the guilt. Some crumble at the mere sign of dirt (Mr H, if you are reading this then I am talking to you dear!). Some revel in the mess and take it in their stride (Mr H, take note).
I know I am a mummy when … leaving the house for work on my 3-days commuting or a rare night out with the girls, I find myself running around the house in my bra and knickers, well actually I’m covered up with an old t-shirt so as to cover the sight of my post pregnancy body *cries*. Only popping on my outfit at the last second so as not to get toothpaste on it, greasy fingers or worse, poop.
Sure, life has changed, it has without question … I wouldn’t change it for the world. Happiness is Life as our little family. Tough on some days and most definitely tiring but amazing.