I am not supermum today.
Some days I do feel like it.
When the planets align and I’ve managed to squeeze a conversation out of all 4 children before we all have to leave for school.
When we’re sat chatting around the table eating some nutritious, yummy dinner I’ve made.
When everyone is getting along and bickering is at a minimum.
Then I feel pretty supermum-esque, like I’m doing OK at this parenting lark.
Today is not one of those days.
Today I am not supermum.
Today I am barely adequate mum.
Today I am must try harder mum
Up your game mum
Get your shit together for goodness sakes mum.
In my experience a bad morning is often the catalyst to a bad day.
Today was a rubbish morning.
Getting the teens out of bed was a Herculean task.
Small girl insisted her legs wouldn’t let her get out of bed as she was too cosy.
I wasn’t patient, cajoling mum.
I was snappy, irritable mum.
Drinks were spilled at breakfast, a glass was smashed, swear words were held in.
I left small girls homework book behind and didn’t realise until we were seconds away from her going into class. The look on her face when we realised this was nothing short of withering (in my defence I had packed it last night but so keen to admire her work was she that she’d gotten it back out and left it on her bed)
However, she was clearly disappointed in my telepathy skills once we identified lack of homework book.
I’ve spent all day feeling bad and beating myself up over the fact that the last thing I said to the teens this morning wasn’t “have a great day” but something grumpy and grouchy.
I’m miserable I’ve disappointed small girl with my shit telepathy skills.
I know it’s unlikely they’ve brooded on it all day but I have. Bloody mum guilt!
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is also a day where the elder 3 are going to their grandparents for the weekend (grandma will not sigh and tut if a glass is smashed) They are going to the big fair back home and will have great fun.
Small girl is at daddy’s (daddy does NOT forget homework books)
I’m home alone.
I’ve a feeling a night under a duvet watching rubbish tv maybe just what’s needed to give supermum an opportunity to show her face.
Today I am not rocking motherhood.
Today motherhood is rocking me.
Tomorrow though, that’s a brand new day.
I’ll iron my cape in preparation.