The Joys of Parenting
At the start of this blog I want to
make it very clear – I love my kids, I would die for my kids, they
are my hear & soul.
BUT...
They are driving me completely mental at the moment. I often joke that I'm going to book myself into the Mental Asylum, yet recently I feel like I'm already there, doing hard labour.
And boy oh boy it certainly isn't fun. It's completely exhausting – mentally, physically & emotionally. The hardest part is constantly reminding myself about the end goal – happy, vibrant, well rounded kids who give back to society.
It's hard work, especially in today's society, where so many kids are wrapped in cotton wool & enveloped in cacoons by helicopter parents, while so many others are left without any guidance or support at all.
So where is the happy medium. I'm hoping & constantly praying (literally praying to God & Jesus) that we are creating the happy medium in our home.
If creating that happy medium means I need the odd valium with a double shot of vodka or a trip to the mental assylum or another week in Bali (please, please, pretty please), then so be it.
Righteo, witching hour is about to come to an end in our house for the night … they were sent to bed 10 minutes ago. Currently one is playing a guitar, one is singing to said guitar playing, one is writing & drawing & the fourth has just come out for another drink of water.
Oh the joys of parenthood....
BUT...
They are driving me completely mental at the moment. I often joke that I'm going to book myself into the Mental Asylum, yet recently I feel like I'm already there, doing hard labour.
And boy oh boy it certainly isn't fun. It's completely exhausting – mentally, physically & emotionally. The hardest part is constantly reminding myself about the end goal – happy, vibrant, well rounded kids who give back to society.
It's hard work, especially in today's society, where so many kids are wrapped in cotton wool & enveloped in cacoons by helicopter parents, while so many others are left without any guidance or support at all.
So where is the happy medium. I'm hoping & constantly praying (literally praying to God & Jesus) that we are creating the happy medium in our home.
If creating that happy medium means I need the odd valium with a double shot of vodka or a trip to the mental assylum or another week in Bali (please, please, pretty please), then so be it.
Righteo, witching hour is about to come to an end in our house for the night … they were sent to bed 10 minutes ago. Currently one is playing a guitar, one is singing to said guitar playing, one is writing & drawing & the fourth has just come out for another drink of water.
Oh the joys of parenthood....
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