Broody Hell

I’m not sure what in the holy hell is going on- every inch of my body is screaming with exhaustion- I’m shovelling junk food in every thirty seconds to help with stress,

Every second of sun reminds me of my pregnancies, swollen cankles, the heartburn and torn apart vag!

My children are behaving like animals who need soddin’ muzzles,
Every single thing is an argument, and i am WADING through the washing piles, and cheap tacky magazine toys,

So why WHYYYY WHYY LORD have i just looked at a picture of a tiny little baby and thought, aw… I want one?

Like bitch the fuck you don’t! We nearrrrrrrrly there. We nearly at sleep through stage. We neaaaaarly at not paying for nursery stage. I’m nearly kissing goodbye to mamia nappies forever. WHAT THE HELL- why is it when the youngest approach two, we suddenly get the broody hormones kick in. NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO!!

Wouldn’t change a thing.

I moan a lot about the tough times in parenting but the truth is, i love it.

I love when i can sit in the cinema *pre covid* guilt free and when the movie gets to the funniest bit, i check out the little dude giggling beside me.

The night feeds absolutely killlll me, but when i go in the next morning, she hurries to get up and puts her arms out to me with the most huge smile.

I love seeing them learn something new and notably how proud they are of it.

I love when they give you a cuddle for no reason at all.

I love when we’re all just sat as a family enjoying the moment..

So i do need wine to make it through this experience that is true… But i love it. And I’d never change a second of it.