Shopping with children

Today I was lucky enough to be able to go food shopping child free. As I was walking around the shop I saw a mum with 4 children, they were crying, they were screaming and everyone was doing what they always do when they see a mum with screaming children they were giving the mum a sympathetic look, you know the look where you feel bad so you make awkward eye contact and kinda half smile as if to say don't worry it will get better even though you know thats a pile of crap and you know full well its only going to get worse. It always baffled me why mums took their children shopping until I had my own baby and I realised that sometimes you have no choice but to take them. Alice is only 3 months old and I already hate taking her, its so hard to walk round Morrison's because Alice is still a baby and people always stop to look and say things like 'she's cute and tiny how much did she weigh?' and things like that. I have now resorted into walking around going 'her name is Alice she is 3 months old she weighed 6lb exactly and yes her feet are cute' Not that I don't mind people stopping and cooing over my baby it gets a bit ridiculous when it takes me an hour to go round a shop to get milk in bread.

At the moment I only have one child and I take my hat off to people who have more than one child and take them shopping because I struggle with Alice. The amount of things you have to take to the shop when you have a baby is crazy, I long for the days where I can just put Alice in the car and go, at the moment I need to get up 3 hours before I need to leave just to prepare for going to the shop. Once I get there it is no walk in the park. Alice normally screams for her bottle just as we get there, then once she is fed she then doesn't want to be put down and when I eventually put her down she normally throws up all over herself nevertheless I carry on. Just as Im half way through my shopping is normally the time she decided's to go for a poo, so I dragged the trolley and myself over to the dark dingy toilets where I clean up a poo-splosion (this is what I call one of those poo's that literally explode everywhere) so I spend another half an hour cleaning that up. Once that traumatic ordeal is over then I can finally resume shopping but by this time I have forgotten half the things I need because I have forgotten my shopping list in the rush of grabbing everything this morning so I wonder aimlessly half asleep as Alice has been up all night, picking up what I think I need only to get home later and realise I brought a load of crap I didn't really need.

Just as I think I am near to finishing my shopping I see a sale in the children's clothes isle and spend another hour picking up cute little outfits for Alice that I know full well she doesn't need and will only wear once but I just can't resist it. I finally get to the tills where I realise I have left all my bags at home and have to buy some more, and I tell myself this time when I pack my shopping I will organise it so it easier to pack away when I get home, then Alice begins to cry again so I think fuck it as I throw my frozen stuff in with the baby clothes. I finally finish packing it all up and throwing it into the trolley when the person on the till tells me how much I've spent and I nearly fall over in shock, how could I of spent that much? (I know deep down its all the baby clothes and chocolate that make it add up) but nonetheless I pull out my card and pray it doesn't get declined. Card approved and off I ago feeling proud of myself for surviving another shopping trip with my baby. As I am leaving another mum is entering with her children and as I walk by I give her a sympathetic look because I know what she has in store. So next time you see a mum walking around the shop and her kids are screaming, don't judge her, don't stare, just give her a look that shows her that you feel for her and you understand because shopping with kids its not easy and I salute you all who dares to take their children shopping.

The honest Mum xox

Mummy I just want you.

Mummy just wants to shower and Mummy wants to brush her teeth. Mummy just wants to sleep for hours and have something to eat. Mummy just wants a glass of wine and have a wee alone, oh please children can you get off Mummy's  phone. Mummy is tired and Mummy is worn and has been since the day you were born. Mummy has cared for you and loved you so dearly, every single day, since the day you were born she did everything for you, she even changed your stinky poo's. She's wiped your tears and held your hand through everything you do, she really would do anything for you. But when you follow mummy around crying for attention, you do not realise how hard it is for mummy to get things done, like clean the dishes and wash your clothes and all the things that follows. Mummy would love to just stop tidying and spend her time with you but mummy hasn't cleaned the house in so long as she's been too busy playing with you. The floors are dirty and the kitchens a mess, you plead oh mummy please help me get dressed. Not right now can't you see mummy's busy just do it yourself, all mummy needs is some time to herself. But mummy I want you to come brush my hair, mummy is busy, but mummy its not fair. All I want is your time and attention, oh mummy oh mummy did I forget to mention, all the while your cleaning the house and I follow you round like a little mouse, our precious time is slipping away and you may not know it but one day, I wont need you to play with me and brush my hair and help me sleep. I will grow up and time will pass us by, oh mummy remember that I wont always be 5. I will grow to be an adult too but mummy right now all I want is you.  So leave the housework and forget the dishes, mummy I have so many wishes but the one wish I really want to come true is the one where I just get to spend time with you.

The Honest Mum xox

Bed time routines

Bed time routines, do they work?

We have just started getting our 3 month into a new bed time routine. So far it seems to be working so I thought I would share it with you all. 

• 5:30pm go upstairs and have a bath
• 5:45pm get dried and dressed ready for bed 
• 6:00pm have a bottle 
• 6:15pm have a cuddle with a dummy, favourite teddy and watch Cebeebies bedtime hour
• 7:00pm have a story 
• 7:15pm go to bed 

Since having my baby all people keep asking me is 'does she sleep through the night yet'. No Margaret she doesn't yet she's only 2 days old, plus she's a baby, babies don't sleep! Well thats what I thought but Alice is a good baby (sorry to those who have babies who don't sleep I know how frustrating it must be when people waltz along and be like I have slept for 12 hours) but generally she sleeps a good amount a night. 

I know for many parents their kids do not sleep through the night for many months sometimes years and I feel for you all walking around like zombie most of the time I really do. Although Alice goes to be fine most nights every night she is still waking up every 5/6 hours so what I want to know is how do you transition to sleeping all the way through the night? 

A lot of people have told me you need to fill her up before bed, this means making sure she is drinking as much milk as she can before bed, however we are really struggling to do that as she will drink about 4/5oz and fall flat out asleep part way through feeding. We have tried everything, it doesn't matter what time we feed her, what position, we even try waking her but nothing works. I am grateful that she sleeps for the time she does but I was wondering if anyone else had ideas of how to get her to sleep through. If you do please leave them in the comments below!

Everyone has different bed time routines and different children of different ages so I am curious to know what your bed time routines are so comment them down below. 

Lastly thank you for reading my post I have also uploaded a new Youtube video please give it a watch its called 'How to swaddle a baby' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZj2USV6gSU&t=2s

The Honest Mum xox

The reality of having children

We've all been there, hiding in our bathroom downing a lukewarm cup of tea and eating as many kit-kats as you can before your tiny human realises that you are gone. 

You've been up since 5am and you've watched Cebeebies, you've played endless games, you've read stories, you've sang songs and all before most people have even got out of bed. Your not sure how your even functioning as your little bundle of joy got up 7 times in the night. You can't remember the last time you drank a cup of tea that is hot or had a wee in peace. Then when your children finally let you have a shower that lasts more 5 minutes you feel like you've been to a 5* spa for the day. Everyone keeps telling you enjoy it while it lasts is goes so fast but to you it feels like it never ends. Everyday the washing pile gets bigger, your bank account gets smaller and your hormones take over. You may have just spent the last 10 minutes scrolling through Instagram looking at peoples holiday pictures, you know the kind where they are posing on the beach in a bikini and you take one look at yourself (still wearing your maternity jeans even though you had your baby forever ago but who's gonna know right?) and think why can't I look like that, as you shovel in another biscuit for the 10th time today (thats probably why you can still only fit in your maternity jeans).

Motherhood is hard going. Its sleepless nights, endless nappy changes, countless washing and most of all it can be extremely lonely. As you sit there watching Peppa Pig for the 100th time you have completely forgotten what adult company is like. You feel isolated and alone. You feel like no one else understands what its like, but they do. Little do you know in a house down the road there is most likely a mother longing for adult company, also suffering the same mind numbing children's TV programmes. Thats the thing though you two will probably never cross paths. The only time you meet other mums is when you drag yourself down to the local mummy and baby group at the church. You walk courageously down the street saying to your self maybe it will be fine, maybe ill make some friends I can go out for coffee with and moan about our significant others as we drink a latte and eat cake. 

As soon as you walk in all eyes are on you (especially if you have a newborn). You hover awkwardly hoping someone will reach out to you but yet they don't. You scan the room. You have your dads standing in the corner talking about football, you have the mums who have known each other from secondary school in the other corner talking about past times and then you have that group of mums in the corner, the ones you envy. The ones you are secretly hoping  let you join their little click. You know the ones I mean that drive Range Rovers and turn up in their gym clothes looking fabulous. I mean who even has time to work out when they have kids, I barley have time to brush my teeth. Then theres me who stumbles in with a mum bun, a pair of leggings I have worn too many days in a row (how many days can oneself wear the same pair of leggings for? As I think I have set a new record) covered in baby sick. You stay until the end to be polite and then you make a run for the door and think thank god thats over that was pretty shit. 

You return home and look at the mess everywhere. You look at the sink full of dishes, you attempt the mass of laundry overflowing in the wash bin. Then you hear your child says 'mummy i'm getting out the Lego' and think why the Lego of all things? Because you know full well they are going to empty the whole box on the floor and then say they need 'help' to tidy it all up when in reality you will end up doing it by yourself. At that point its when you admit defeat. You think fuck it. You get changed into your onesie, you take off your make up and let down your hair. You forget about the house work. You forget about everything and you sit down and watch your little one playing. You begin to smile. You created this life and you never knew how much you could love a little tiny human... And then they say 'mummy I have wee'd myself' and you think to yourself you little shit. 

After what feels like centuries your partner finally comes home. You feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. Your child runs towards them excitedly and gives no shits for you now the 'fun' parent is home. You collapse in a heap on the sofa and you partner walks in and said what have you done today ? Looking at all the mess and thats when you say 'I don't actually know but i'm exhausted...'

The Honest Mum xox