So, as some of you may know I am 2 months post baby and as mentioned in my last blog, I’ve really struggled with the concept of “Me time” and accepting help from others. So much so that my friends started to worry about me. They have witnessed how much hard work my new born is and have seen a side to me they are unfamiliar with. I think I’ve been quite worried about myself and have come to the conclusion that I’ve had baby blues for the last month or so, which I’ve brushed off as lack of sleep.
In my group of friends I am the one who plans all the girly outings, dinner dates and holidays.. so it comes as no suprise that my girls are keen for me to get back to my old self. But I thank them dearly for putting up with my ass for the last 2 months, actually make that 11 months as I was a total bitch during pregnancy too 😂
Anyway one of my girls managed to get me out last night.. I was bit sceptical as I didn’t feel even slightly ready to get ‘dressed up’ and go out! I felt like I’d be the fat friend amongst a group of Victoria secret models, I felt as though all the pressure of sucking in my stomach would result in me passing out in the middle of the dance floor 😂 it just all seemed too much.. BUT I agreed!
Of course my next dilemma was what to wear..
Here I stood in my bedroom, in just my underwear with heaps of clothes around me. With the boys (my 2 month, 3 year old and hubby) all lined up on their stomachs on the bed ready to commentate on my choices of outfits. Accept they didn’t say one word, I think for fear that I may bite their heads off, stomp around the house and refuse to go out. So Instead they smiled sweetly and told me how beautiful I looked in every single outfit. (Bullsh&*t I thought in my head). 7 outfits later, 3 pairs of heels and 4 (yes 4) make up adjustments, I was ready! I had my cutest LBD (little black dress) and some killer heels
When I arrived at the venue I was overwhelmed by the amount of adults and grown up conversation, probably because I had spent the last 2 months watching Paw patrol, teletubies and being excited when the post man arrived to have a quick conversation, while I signed for my parcel! I knew it was bad when I started waiting at the window for my other half to get back from work! (Anyway I digress).
Meanwhile I could hear my embarrassing friend saying “Look how good my friend looks she just has a baby two months ago” each time I would suck my stomach In and lose my breath that little bit more!
But honestly I had an amazing night, I danced the night away, had a couple of glasses of wine, I laughed, I smiled, I sung my little heart out.. It dawned on me that it was exactly what I needed, I felt myself again.. “Just what the doctor ordered”
What was meant to be a 2 hour outing turned into me returning home at 3:30 am in the morning! (Some-one call the Mummy police) I swanned in with shoes in my right hand and purse in the other. I didn’t feel guilty about it, one bit! I felt GREAT!
Well that was until reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I woke up to a less than impressed newborn and a 3 year old who decided to run around like lunatic shouting “Catch me if you can” I have a banging headache and I am absolutely knackered.
Well…. back to Mummy mode!
Food for thought: As mothers, society teaches us that we must stay in with our children 24/7 cook, clean and dress in a particular way. I say forget all of that, be who YOU want to be, live and enjoy your life.
A message to mothers with young children, please schedule yourself some “me time” I promise you’ll feel a whole lot better, (although you’ll probably call home 10,000 times to check on baby). So wipe that baby sick from your top and swap the nappies for a glass of wine.. And NEVER feel guilty for giving yourself the time you deserve!