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Motherhood, Work Life Balance

Thinking out loud

20th July 2015

A journal.
Do we even journal honestly? Like “today, my day was totally shit; I did nothing but crave ice-cream and M & M’s from about 10am onwards. I wanted to stay in my pajamas and not talk to anyone, anyone at all. I did not want to even talk to my kids. I just wanted to read in my bed and stay warm and not be responsible for anyone or anything”. Instead, I spilled three litres of milk all over the floor courtesy of little helpers. I yelled until my voice was hoarse at kids that choose to listen to their inner voices and just do whatever the fu*# they choose too. I then tried to go to the shops to do groceries. On the way out to the car Brendan kicked Caitlyn, Caitlyn cried, screamed and then took justice. Emma then fell over and I ended up with three out of four kids crying. Right now I am just reveling in the motherhood thing. Living the dream right? Right.

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Sunshine & Rainbows..*cough

23rd June 2015

This not an adequate description of parenting. It is NOT all sunshine, rainbows, and happy times! It certainly has a good dusting of these, but these are the good bits. It is predominantly made up of tears, frustration, teamwork, routine, sleeplessness, more tears and arguments and negotiations. It is like working on a negotiation then to have to start all over again because the goal posts have shifted. It is like being outnumbered every day. It is a regime; dictated by four tiny humans that constantly amaze me with how intelligent they are.

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1st June 2015

Most days I find myself rushing on through just about everything to do with getting ready. I generally multitask and tend to only really glance in the mirror quickly as opposed to standing and looking properly.   I am not ashamed or in disgust with myself. I am just busy. At least that is what I tell myself.

The other evening, long after the kids were in the land of nod, I did have a look. A look at me; who I am and who I have become. I was blown away by how much you can miss by not observing yourself – really looking I mean. Fine lines, wrinkles, bags and all the rest – they are all ok – they are testament to life.  What I really noticed was my eyes. They are not sparkling, bright or dancing (the only real ways I could think of describing eyes!!).   They are tired. There is no fire left in them – they are almost like a fire that is just about to burn out. I am not trying to sound melodramatic here, but life, work, family and all the other things entwine, it becomes, for me at least, very easy to fall into the trap of giving to everyone before I worry about myself.

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3rd May 2015

It is one of ‘those’ buzzwords. Thrown out into the realms of social media highlighting the need for us all to be ‘mindful’ ; use ‘mindfulness’ or to ‘embrace mindfulness in your life’. Right now, I am flat out being less mindful of all I have to do. All the lists and tasks I need to get completed each week for each of my many roles; yet I am being propelled into to being more mindful.


I confess to reading one article on mindfulness and it left me feeling as though I was totally losing my shit because I was not mindful enough – like I did not care enough not only about myself but also about everyone else. Like I was inept in this modern day battle of motherhood, wifehood, workhood and attempted selfhood.

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{You must be a} Superwoman

8th February 2015

I hear these five words a great deal.  Thrown at me by people I don’t know, people I know, and then overheard whilst out and about.  Although, I honestly thought that by now (‘now’ being mum to 4 1/2 year old triplets and an almost 8 year old) the occurrences would die down.  Apparently not, as I am hearing it with a vengeance!

I will put a stop to it all right now – I am not superwoman.  I do not possess magical or heroic powers other than the ones that come factory approved when motherhood kicks in.  I don’t know how to do, be or have it all, as I don’t think I quite get it all done every day/week/month/year.  I think I make it up as I go along.  I try to do as much as I can, sometimes it ends well, other times it ends in tears – either mine or one of the kids.

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