I’ve always been an honest and open person. This meant that as my Hubby and I struggled to conceive, and ultimately ended up on the path of fertility treatment, I would converse with friends and family about it all.
Sharing our journey with others helped me. My Hubby chose to keep things to himself. To put his energy into other things. But I liked to talk. This led to some of the following things being said to me.
I know that the following was said with good intentions, and I’m sure if the person who spoke these words to me knew how much it hurt they would be mortified. I don’t place any blame anywhere, but hope to educate others on what not to say to a friend or family member who is in a similar position. Read more
Since the rise of the mobile phone, our lives have become a little bit easier to manage, and it has become a little bit harder to ignore people.
We can take photos whenever and wherever, share our thoughts at the drop of the hat on social media, and store addresses, birthdays, and anniversaries in our never-without calendar. If there is a crisis, you can let people instantly know you are okay, and if you have an accident, you can let people instantly know you’re in A&E.
And then, if you’re after even more help, there’s probably an app for that. Read more
Every year in the UK, around 3,000 women will be diagnosed with cervical cancer.
I’m trialling a new type of blog post, and so now every Tuesday will be a TOP TEN post. (Don’t groan, I swear I’ll make them interesting/fun/brief!)
This week I shall be focusing on my TOP TEN parenting tips.
E is only fifteen months old, so no doubt I shall return to this list in the future to change and adapt it, but so far, these are the handiest tips I can think of: Read more
We sat her in her high chair, at the end of the dining table, and gave her some par-boiled carrots. To watch her was to know that we had done the right thing. Read more
Do you want to hear something funny? Poop! That’s well funny isn’t it? Poop is funny. It smells funny. It’s all squishy on your bottom. And it’s especially fun to make sure Mama and Daddy have a difficult time wiping it off me! Read more
Have you ever had one of those mornings?
You know the kind.
The mornings (or afternoons) that no matter what you do, everything goes wrong.
I had one of them yesterday . . . Read more
I must admit that the title is a bit of a misnomer. Of course Mums can get sick. We’re not superhuman, however much we like to think we are.
Now, before I go on, I know that Dads can get sick too, but for the purpose of this post I’m going to focus on Mums, and specifically, my own viewpoint.
I’m writing this on my mobile, tucked under a blanket. The cat on my lap, and a drink by my side. I’m ill. Not in a snuffly nose kind of way, but a full on marching band in my head, cement mixer in my stomach, pneumatic drill in my bones kind of way.
How has this affected my day to day life? Well, aside from being sent home from work on my first day back after the holidays, not much actually. And why? Because I’m a Mum.
Here’s my list of why Mums can’t get sick. I’m sure there are more reasons, so feel free to add them in the comments.
7 Reasons why Mums can’t get sick
- We know where everything is. Need the sippy cup, dummy, shoes? Mums have the location of every item mapped in their heads.
- We know what goes into the change bag / nursery bag. Leave someone else to sort the bag and there’s no guarantee that there will be a spare set of clothes in there, let alone a hat in the Winter, or sun lotion in the Summer.
- You can’t take a “sick day” from parenting. Whether you’re a SAHM, or a working mum, when you’re at home you can’t take a break.
- You can’t have a lie in. Or, if you manage to stay in bed a little longer, it’s rarely much longer. The kids will demand your attention at some point.
- You can’t take decent medication. There is no way you can risk the possibility of falling asleep, or having a muddled mind, while taking care of your little one. You just have to hope that the paracetamol, aspirin, or ibuprofen does the job.
- The baby/toddler/young child won’t care that you’re ill. Not because they don’t love you, but they see you as infallible, and as far as they’re concerned you can just crack on and make them breakfast.
- You can’t use the toilet in peace, and depending on how ill you’re feeling, you’d really like to be able to do that.
So there’s my list. I’m sure there are more reasons that I really can’t be sick, but for now I’ve got to read a book to E, show her the difference between a banana and a pear, and start preparing for tea.
Sniffles and sneezes,
Lil Jem x
Since becoming a Mother, I’ve come to realise that I’ve lost a little of my happy-go-lucky attitude. In my mission to make sure everything is perfect for E, where once I would stumble over and ignore little niggles and frustrations, shrugging my shoulders and getting on with life, I now find myself drowning in anxiety, fear, and apprehension. Read more