One of those days

Today had the makings of a great day. For the most part it was lovely. We baked cookies and had fun splashing with the hose once I had finished hosing out the front entrance way.

Come inside and its time to tidy up. Are you with me so far. I am betting you can guess what happened next. Something changed in my kids and they turned for want of a better word, feral. All hell broke lose.

Instead of quickly tidying up their toys they ummed and arred and fart arsed around until both of their parents lost their mind.  This was not a moment as a mother that made me think I was doing a good job as their mum.

Can I tell you there are such rare moments as a parent that give you a mere glimpse that you are doing a great job as a parent. Ones that give you hope and strength to keep up the good fight.

Then there are days like today. I just tell myself tomorrow is another day and another chance of one of those rare moments to occur.

Fingers crossed.
xx Tired Mumma 2

Always a bit different

In the same way every child is unique so are their mummas. 

Different is definitely one word you could use to describe me. Its taken me to turning 40 to realise that standing out from the pack is a good thing, the best actually. 

I am well aware I don't know everything and that's OK. But please don't tell kids that. I am trying to cultivate a mummy knows all understanding.

Oh by the way kids did eat their dinner which was nothing short of miraculous. Some might call having a fussy eater daughter might be considered karma. I lived on Vegemite sandwiches and pasta with butter for most of my childhood. A bitter disappointment for an Italian mother let me tell you. 

I came to this motherhood journey a little later than most. I had my first child at 35 and second at 38. I am so lucky to have been able to fall pregnant. As much as being a mum is the most challenging thing I have ever done , it is by far the most rewarding. 

I have entered a new phase in parenting. Miss E started school this year. A big prep girl. When did this happen? One minute I was deep in the midst of teething horrors and the next thing my beautiful girl developed a darling kick arse attitude and penchant for talking back.

May need therapy when the teen years hit. 

Its pretty late, at least by my standards. Off to bed for this tired mumma.

till next time peeps

This could be a complete disaster, writing my own blog. Things always seem way funnier in my head then out loud. I was thinking of calling my blog mature mumma due to my age but am definitely not mature at all really. Just ask my friends. 

Here goes. A little about myself. I am 41 years old (gulp)

I have two kids Miss E, 5 years old and Mr L (aka Denis the menace) nearly 4. I work part-time at a library and love my job. Balancing work and home is not easy. My husband is a canefarmer/haul out driver. During the sugar crushing season my life takes on a whole other crazy pace. 

I am blessed to have family close by and love spending time with my mum as much I can. I think by sharing my craziness maybe other mums might feel better about theirs. Just remember if there is no such thing as a perfect person, how can there be a perfect mother. Some just hide their crap better than others. 

Anyway best get on to cooking dinner. Will be interesting to see if kids eat it or not. Might be time for some old fashioned bribery. Please be kind and hope you like my rants. Signing off Tiredmumma2