Mum of toddler boys and beautiful 6-y-o daughter. Doing my best for them whilst trying to remember myself ❤️
There was no magic potion. Week after week of constant screaming would roll by and I would tell myself it would suddenly all slot into place and I'd have two sleepy angels. It didn't. I was terrified and too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to leave the house. The times I did were a disaster and only made me feel more desperate, more alone, and more like a failure and I'd leg it home to the sound of screaming in stereo.
When you have kids, even the toughest times give way to moments of pure joy. And that’s what gets us through this, day after day, cold after cold; it’s those sweet moments that make those testing, impossible days and nights bearable.
As mums we spend every second of the day worrying about everyone else. Whether they’re fed, watered, clean. Whether they’re emotionally happy, nurtured, content. But we don’t apply the same importance to meeting our own needs and maybe within all that, amidst the chaos, there's a moment for us mums too?
Being me with three - blog 