
7pm is an hour in the day that I sometimes welcome with a little dance, as I am grateful for its significance: Bedtime for Addi. I have spent the entire day chasing after her, singing ABC’s, reading books, pretending to love bubbles, fake tea and cakes and colouring outside of the lines as much as she does. But let’s face it, I’m beat by the end of the day and I haven’t even mentioned any laundry, cleaning or dog walks that are required within a day too.
Why is it that when us mums want to talk about having time to ourselves, being
our own person that doesn’t have a child on our hip or wanting every ounce of our
attention, we feel we have to pre-empt it with: “I do love my child…”?
So here I go; I do love my daughter BUT I was an independent person before I had
her and would like to think I have a sliver of Janell still left outside of my role of
mum. I have my bachelor’s degree, I am a certified personal trainer, I used to have
time to go to the gym, stay awake past 10pm, enjoy a few drinks without the worry
of being hung over and managing bubs in the morning! I used to have more to me
then the title mum.
I must say, I think it is crazy that I have mum guilt for having written the above
paragraph. Like I am automatically in the bad mum book forever! These types of
words are never to be spoken out loud! Read more →