Let me give you small insight into my life. Yesterday I got play dough in my hair, my breakfast was held hostage by a tiny terrorist and I built a series of impressive train tracks so Thomas could rescue the fat controller from an evil plastic car toy. I spend half of my days washing clothes and the rest wondering what my life would be like if I had one of those jobs where I did absolutely nothing of importance, simultaneously becoming richer and richer. It is a very Kardashian-esque dream. When I go out (when I say out, I mean to the supermarket) I’m praying to god (or whoever might be listening in) that my card doesn’t decline and I wont have to gap the scene like a bad bank-heist comedy. My husband works a 45/50+ hour week on a GOOD week. My kids don't sleep a full night and ANY parent that says their kid does is a dirty liar or heavy handed on the baby pamol. Noah still wakes twice a night and my king size bed in NO way near bloody big enough for four people.
A series of life choices (some questionable) has resulted in my being left in a state of flux. I am quite young. A wife and mother, I own my own home and have one high school qualification from year 12. Whaaaaat? Now THAT is the start of a winning cover letter right?.. In high school, I chose to use my powers for evil instead of nerding out and winning over my teachers. I never made concrete plans and avoided deciding on a career-path. Now, if time machines were an option I would take that sucker right back to the start and make some different choices. Who doesn’t wish for do-overs? I spend what little spare time I have writing a blog*. I cook and clean but you probably couldn’t tell by looking at my living room right now. I sing annoyingly chipper children’s songs that should only come from colourfully dressed men in a big, red car. I come from extremely motivated, career driven parents who revel in academia and all the glory a university education brings (how they ended up with me for a daughter- I will never understand). Don’t get me wrong, I long for the days that I can go to university and bring home that beautiful piece of paper but until then.. I really don't know what the future holds. My crystal ball is out of order, but hey? thats cool. When I was first pregnant with Noah, I was young. When I went out in public, shopping.. with family or friends, I used to get this look from people. Its a look that you would know if you have ever judged someone unfairly. Its a look that says "oh, that poor girl". Now that I have two children, I get people saying things like "Oh, what are you going to do with your life now"? "When are you going to get a job"? I'm going to let you in on a little? secret. I choose to be a stay at home mum. I can CHOOSE this because my husband and I can afford to. Being a mother is a full time, 24/7 job. There is no taking time off, no sick days (trust me- you haven't experienced a flu until you have to care for two children while simultaneously drowning in snot and dying a slow and painful death). Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the lucky ones where I have so many people around to help me out. I hate it when people give me that 'I feel sorry for you' look. Hey honey, don't feel sorry for me. I love my life. While most people my age are contemplating what to do, I don't even have time to put shoes with laces on. I'm kept busy by small humans (cute ones) and I love it. I hate being judged and I need to remember myself to stop judging other people. It doesn't matter to me if you wanna be a vegan/nosugar/pescitarian/fruitarian/helicopter/shoeless/braless/breastfeeding until three/finger painting/mcdonalds eating/wine slurping/marathon running/non shaving/shaving/and everything in between- mum. If you aren't a dick, we can totally be friends. I'm making it my personal goal to never give that 'I feel sorry for you' look to anyone else. I'm trying to be a good parent. TRYING being the operative word in that sentence. I've been slack on the posting because I'm a mother. Nuff said. S x
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Sarah. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Adrenaline auto injectors are not funded in New Zealand, Please sign the petition to change this. Our family is affected by anaphylaxis as are so many others. You can make a difference!
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