It’s ok to admit that you don’t love all of it.

Want to know a secret?  About how I feel about being a Mum.

I don’t love all of it.

In fact, some of it – I downright hate.

And not the obvious stuff either – everyone hates the 4am starts. And changing fifty-billion dirty nappies.

But I’m talking about the mundane bits too.

I’m honestly not that great at playing make-believe with toys. Nor do I love the non-stop conversation four year olds love. Sure I like to chatting with the best of them – but I actually can’t handle the 24/7 questions.

Some days I’d rather stab myself in the eye then referee the fights. How do you rationalise with little people who are NOT RATIONAL?!

I used to feel bad about this, and beat myself up a little. I thought I was a bit of a shit Mum because I don’t LOVE these things. Like it was scandalous not to. Aren’t I meant to enjoy playing with trains? Aren’t I supposed to relish every conversation?

Just no. I don’t. I honestly don’t.

And then I realised – it’s ok if I don’t love all of it.

I read to them multiple times per day. We bake together. We go to the parks and beach and do handstands in the backyard.

I do ‘play’ with them – just maybe not in the way that I thought I should be.

So I’m giving myself a break. We’re calling it character building that they are encouraged to play by themselves when it comes to trains and cars and soft toys. (Although as a side note – his current favourite game is Mummys and Daddys with soft toys for babies. I get to be the Mum and I lie down and pretend to sleep – which is apparently acceptable Mum behaviour) whilst he wrestles the babies and gets up to them when they wake in the night.) For the record I have NO IDEA where he gets the idea that the Daddys are the ones who get up in the night – but let’s roll with that – husband of the year in the making!

I’d love to know – what parts of motherhood do you not love – actually no – which parts do you hate?

It’s ok – no judgment here. x