Some days I really wonder what the heck I have gotten myself in for, this being a mummy thing. Don't get me wrong, most days I love it. But some times, I wonder if I am capable of raising a well adjusted person. It really is hard work.
So many people have told me it gets easier as they get older. Well, some things definitely get easier - the older they get, there more they can do for them selves. But I am finding many other things get harder as they get older. Like teaching Abbey the proper skills to be able to deal with all her feelings, some of these emotions she can barely articulate herself. A few months ago, I felt like we had a 4 year old teenager - Abbey was moody, temperamental, and throwing temper tantrums (all over again, I thought she passed that stage years ago) For a few weeks there, I stayed close to home, and hardly ventured out, as she was so unpredictable, and I did not have the energy, and some days the capacity, to deal with these outbursts.
Personally, I have found the baby stage quite easy. I am grateful, both my babies have been quite easy to look after, and both, most of the time, have been good sleepers and eaters, who don't get sick that often. The older they get, the more challenged I feel.
Luckily, most days, they make me laugh. The unpredictable "mummy, I love you" I get from Abbey, these are priceless. Zoe gives me the sweetest, sloppiest kisses, also very random.
I am trying to look at all the positives, and the more I think about it, the more there are. But it is OK for me to admit some days are flippin' hard.
Have a lovely weekend peeps. Cat