Weekends are for PJs not Prada!

IMG_0423Another day and another LONG list of things to do: have shower (yes I am a mummy now so having a shower is on my to-do list!), make breakfast for family, attempt to tackle the mountain of dirty clothes that is taking over the bedroom, ironing (at least hubby’s work stuff), wash dishes & clean kitchen, infact clean the whole house, hoover, spend one-to-one time with toddler doing her magazine while baby naps, play with children, be supermum, be super housewife, be super wife etc. My head hurts just thinking about it and I end up spending more time looking at my long to-do list and thinking “how the hell am I going to get it all done?” than I do actually doing any jobs!

The idea those other mums’ houses alway looks as clean and tidy as they did on that playdate that time and the facebook posts from those other mums bragging that it is “only 9am and they have already finished all of their housework and are back from a country walk” blah! rubbish!  A normal parents morning starts with being woken up at some ridiculous hour, with your children singing nursery rhymes over and over again, while asking if they can have cake for breakfast and you spending the whole morning in your PJs while wondering why the children are naked again when you got them dressed hours ago.

But sometimes, it is just good to know that it is okay if you spend the weekend in your pjs, or if the children look a mess, or if the house is a mess.  It is okay to not be superwoman, nobody really is!

As long as we all have enough clean clothes to wear, that mountain of washing can stay there (maybe just shove it down into the basket a bit) and as long as hubby has at least one ironed shirt for Monday then job done! You get the idea.  The most important thing to my girls is not how clean the house is and they wouldn’t know the difference between pjs and Prada, so today I will be a slummy mummy and proud of it!  We will play games, make mess, shove the dishes in the dishwasher and have fun.

That’s what weekends are for!

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One of those school dates you don’t want to forget.

Now every parent will tell you that their children are beautiful.  But, we all know that sometimes our gorgeous little people are a real scruffy mess: uncombed hair, snotty noses, toothpaste down their clothes, well loved (overworn) clothes that have seen better days, the list goes on.  So, although we all endeavour to dress our children somewhat nicely and ensure they are well presented, lets face it, it doesn’t always go to plan.  Mornings can be so crazy sometimes that you just reach into their wardrobe with that one ‘spare’ hand you have, as the other hand holds the baby/your cold cup of tea/dry piece of toast/onto the wriggling child/well you get the picture.  Then you plonk the first outfit that comes to hand onto said wriggling child.

So….. my beautiful eldest daughter who has the most amazing curly hair, usually turns up at Pre-school looking very neat and tidy.  I usually wash, comb and plait her hair in the bath the night before so it looks lovely in the morning.  I usually lay out a nice outfit for her to wear the night before, so I can just grab and go.  I usually spend time carefully selecting some pretty hair clips and bobbles that will go with her outfit.

But!

This Monday I didn’t do any of those things.  We had been out shopping and for dinner on Sunday so by the time we got home both girls were asleep in the car, so it was a very shortened bedtime: no bath, no hair washing etc.  The baby is teething so I was up most of the night.  In the morning I grabbed the first outfit that came to hand, scooped up her uncombed (I’m talking one step away from dreadlocks) hair into a scruffy (not by design) bun and shoved in some Peppa pig clips.

It’s fine I thought, It’s Pre-school I thought, she comes out covered in paint anyway I thought.

I thought WRONG!

I get to the School gates and my friend starts talking about how she had put gel in her child’s hair this morning but it still wouldn’t lay straight, I’m thinking, what are you talking about.  Then she drops the bombshell that leaves me mortified.

Today is school photo day!!!!!

I live half an hour walk away, there is no time to go home, there is no option to change her awful top, or do her hair, I just about have time to grab a baby wipe and ensure her face isn’t covered in toothpaste and weetabix.  Then I say goodbye.

As all the other mums chatter about “I hope they smile”, “It’s their FIRST EVER school photo so I’ll buy it no matter what”, I think

SH*@

Mortified, gutted

Didn’t even have chance to prep her on how to smile – we’re currently going through a, not so beautiful, gurning stage whenever someone says “say cheese” 😦

Well, I now have a very uncomfortable wait until the photos come back.  Maybe we won’t be giving them as christmas presents to the grandparents this year.

Total Mummy Fail!

Take my advice parents; DO NOT FORGET SCHOOL PHOTO DAY!