To refuse to believe that this is my life?

[VeryNecessary]

I've seen countless variations of things like this, but three people have reposted this on FB today and I guess I'm feeling extra ragey and hormonal given I'm 40 + 5 with my first baby.

Is this my reality? Honestly?

Everything I read or see is all geared toward Mums and how hard things are. I get it's easy for me to say this all now (I'm not actually a mum yet) but surely there are some decent Dads out there too? Surely there are, you know, couples who do all this together? As a partnership?

"To the mom hiding in her bathroom, needing peace for just one minute, as the tears roll down her cheeks..

To the mom who is so tired she feel likes she can't function anymore and would do anything to lay down and get the rest she needs...

To the mom sitting in her car, alone, stuffing food in her face because she doesn’t want anyone else to see or know she eats that stuff…

To the mom crying on the couch after she yelled at her kids for something little and is now feeling guilty and like she is unworthy…

To the mom that is trying desperately to put those old jeans on because all she really wants is to look in the mirror and feel good about herself…

To the mom that doesn’t want to leave the house because life is just too much to handle right now…

To the mom that is calling out for pizza again because dinner just didn’t happen the way she wanted it to…

To the mom that feels alone, whether in a room by herself or standing in a crowd...

You are enough.

You are important.

You are worthy."

(There's more but it's too twee and boaky to post)

I remind my daughter daily that there is another grown up in the house with the name Dad, it makes no difference she only wants me. Muuuuum!!!

I've 3 dc and I can honestly say I've never done any of those.

I have sat on the toilet for five minutes to get peace, but enjoyed it, nit with tears running down my cheeks.
I have stood round the corner in the kitchen eating a biscuit because I didn't want the dc to have one so close to dinner time. I enjoyed the biscuit.

Ds is 9yo. He said to me the other day that he doesn't want to grow up because it's so nice being able to creep into my bed and have a cuddle because that was the best thing in the world. (I had just said he wouldn't want to do it when he's 28)

Dd1 spent this afternoon in a dress rehearsal. She was only called in as understudy yesterday. I've just got a text saying how brilliantly she did and I'm bursting with proud in her.

Dd2 has been asked to be an ambassador for her disability. She had to write a profile. It moved me to tears when I read it.

That's the reality of parenting. Yes there's tough days, but the joys are also there in abundance.

birds....two upwards. I used to put mine in a play pen!

I have 3 awesome sons. But I have done every one of those things, being a mum is hard, the 2-4 age the hardest but most rewarding, they're exploring the world, learning new words, making friendships, potty training, they want answers to every question that pops in their head, "why is poo brown?" is probably the most memorable one. As they get older they want you to observe everything, skating, biking, gaming, football, trampolining, homework and reading. Its hard, but rewarding. Congratulations on the very soon to see baby.

I think kids are great and enhance your life,not make it awful

My 19 mo son is the single most pfb that has ever been born but sometimes it still hard. It isn't about them making life awful, its about sometimes some of us struggle, even when the kids are brill and DP is amazing

To the mom hiding in her bathroom, needing peace for just one minute, as the tears roll down her cheeks.. because sometimes I feel like I'm doing a ahit job at the most important job I'll ever do and I don't want to cry in front of him

To the mom who is so tired she feel likes she can't function anymore and would do anything to lay down and get the rest she needs cos he's vomited 3 times already tonight, necessitating total bed changes and now he's crying every 20 minutes cos his tummy hurts.

To the mom sitting in her car, alone, stuffing food in her face because she doesn’t want anyone else to see or know she eats that stuff… well I have no car but I do comfort eat but in the kitchen

To the mom crying on the couch after she yelled at her kids for something little and is now feeling guilty and like she is unworthy… because of no sleep or feeling crappy or hormones or just cos it gets a lot

To the mom that is trying desperately to put those old jeans on because all she really wants is to look in the mirror and feel good about herself… OK we all know beauty comes the the inside blah blah blah

To the mom that doesn’t want to leave the house because life is just too much to handle right now… he's finally in the pram and he's just vomited. On you. So he's put the pram and changed and now he's asleep in his chair
Who needs bloody fresh air when you still smell of vom??

To the mom that is calling out for pizza again because dinner just didn’t happen the way she wanted it to… or send hubby to the chippy coa inbetween vomit and cuddles it got real late and now I'm really really hungry

To the mom that feels alone, whether in a room by herself or standing in a crowd... that's just life I guess for lots of people

It .at not be your life, bit there may be days or hours when you recognise that. And its OK to relaiae that you don't have to be perfect

If it's not your reality as a mum, then you can read the 'poem' and feel smug. If it is your reality, then you know someone understands and that may make you feel a little less lonely. Win/win.