I find it very annoying speaking to mums who never complain about their lot.
In fact it shits me to tears – maybe I’m just jealous that they seem to just cruise through motherhood and love every second of it.
Or maybe they’re big, fat, liar liar pants on fire who don’t want the world to think they aren’t coping because it’s a sign of weakness.
Obviously I’m way too transparent and honest to be like that – I openly admit to anyone that listens that I’m on the brink on insanity most days.
We all know someone who never moans about their kids, and if they do, it’s about how they keep outgrowing their clothes/shoes or that they are too clever – YAWN.
I love being able to get stuff off my chest and it doesn’t mean I love my children any less. I would run into a burning house to save them, I would sacrifice my own life for theirs a thousand times over, but just because I moan and groan about them it doesn’t make my love for them any less real.
It’s just who I am.
It could just be that I like to vent and get things off my chest whereas other mums don’t feel the need to do that.
In some ways I envy those apparent ‘supermums’ who never tell you if their children are being little shits, even if they are.
”Man I’m going insane today, No.1 just won’t shut up – god bless her cotton socks but shit I just wish she would be quiet for two minutes,” says me.
”Oh really, I just love that ‘Johnny’ is so inquisitive and asks me such a diverse range of questions, I think it’s just such a great way to learn things” says the non-moaning supermum!!
You catch my drift.
Then there are the mums that always try to offer positive and uplifting slogans to make you feel better. These are usually no help whatsoever and I try to refrain from saying them.
Yes I know we’re all in the same boat (sort of) but I don’t want to hear that and knowing that doesn’t make life any easier does it? Sometimes you just want someone to say – ‘oh there there you poor bugger, yes it does suck and I feel for you’!!
What’s happened to good old fashioned sympathy – even if it’s faked, it makes the recipient feel much better.
I suppose I should try a bit harder to hold my tongue and show more restraint in regards to sledging my gorgeous babies. It’s nothing personal and maybe I do it as a way of coping, who knows.
But it can also come in handy when we are in public and my children are acting like little monsters. I often refer to the kids and I as ‘the travelling circus act’ – particularly to those who glare at my unsuccessful wrangling of three pre-schoolers.
A little bit of comic relief and self depreciation in public can also endear me more to disapproving eyes, who could easily mistake me for a mum who has absolutely no control of their kids (and they’re probably right but who gives a shit).
Even the Husband never says anything obnoxious about our offspring – but then again he isn’t with them 24/7 and doesn’t see the sides of them I am exposed to.
We are all different and I respect that. But I must admit I do gravitate more towards mums like me – the ones who call a spade a spade and their kids a shithead if they are being one.