Does anyone else feel like it’s motherhood groundhog day?
As some people would know, I am a mum of two boys.
A three-year-old fireball, and a 16-month-old cruiser. And for the most part I love it, it’s rewarding and amazing and blah blah blah, but I’m going to say it: Being a mum can be really bloody boring.
Most days, I wake up and run through the same routine. Breakfast, dress them, dress me, pack lunch boxes and stare at a lukewarm cup of tea while I try and come up with some brilliant idea for the day. Something interactive and outdoorsy so they can burn off some energy. Something entertaining. Something stimulating. Something that doesn’t cost a thousand dollars and take 4 hours in the car. Something to get us through till nap time, until I can get some washing and housework done.
I know you’re not supposed to say that being a mum is boring. You’re meant to say it’s hard (it is) and that it’s amazing (it’s that too) but often, if I’m honest, it’s down right bat sh*t boring. More often than not, it’s the same thing. Day in and day out.
I’m sorry but I just can’t get that excited about going to the same parks or hanging out at the same play centres when it rains. Yeah, I do love seeing the joy and excitement on my children’s faces. I love seeing them interact with other children and all that stuff, but yes, coming up with something to do with them every day is a little tricky at times.