In this blog I usually try to be realistic but positive about my life as a parent. Today though I am really struggling to find the positive:
In my head, I provide nutritious and healthy meals for my children every night of the week. In reality, in the middle of the afternoon I am often fossicking around my fridge and pantry to see just what they can eat tonight.
In my head, I spend my evenings reading parenting books to get more ideas on how to make our family work smoothly. In reality, I look at the desolation that is the playroom, dining room and kitchen, throw up my hands in despair and turn on the telly.
In my head, I pack the girls bags each night so that we are prepared for their activities the next day. In reality, I am running around in the mornings trying to frantically pack bags, get them dressed, feed them breakfast and drink my coffee.
In my head, I am a patient, kind mother that deals with the frustrations of life in an even and level-headed way. In reality, I find myself screaming into my pillow more often than I would like.
Today, although I’m not proud to say it, I would rather live in my head than in reality.