How will I explain this mummy blog banter to my grown-up child?

the-thinker-by-rodin-1233081-639x852Last night, I got thinking.

When my daughter is older, I’m talking a teen, she may well become aware of my site, my tweets and my mummy blog. How am I going to justify this without her feeling like she was a ‘problem child’, one that caused her Mother hurt, anxiety, paranoia, exhaustion.  This could be a problem!

I read blogs and tweets that spend a lot of time complaining about parenthood (me included) and it is really, really, sodding hard.  For us parents, this whole social media and online activity is therapy.  It helps us get through the tough time, which undeniably has been caused by one or more children who we absolutely love with all our hearts.  We worry about them constantly and do everything we can to protect them from harm, but if they had the comprehension to read and understand what we write, how would they feel?

Maybe I’m worrying unnecessarily – I am the paranoid working parent after all.

However, in my day, the challenges of parenting were kept behind closed doors.  I’m sure my Mum only divulged her darkest days to either my Grandparents or very close friends, or even the doctor.  She certainly wasn’t tweeting publicly for all to read.

There isn’t really much in the way of an internet cemetery that means when my daughter turns 13 in 10 years time all trace of my honest, unadulterated views about her and my life will be deleted, cast away like a boat to a deserted island, never to be seen or heard of again.   I can still find stuff about me online from my University days almost 20 years ago – and it’s not pretty.

What will I do?

For now, I will keep this thought.  I will, as time goes on, conjure up a plan about how I will discuss with her my parenting experience and my reasons for going online and explain the difficulties I had, even if it is just to help gear her up for a time when she may want children herself.

We escape from our children will this blogging lark, but one day they will catch up with us, and probably overtake us.  You wait – Kidsnet, kidproblems, unkiddykid, selfishkid, sarcastickid – they’ll burst into view and chances are they’ll write some far more torrid and distressing stuff about us than we do about them!

 

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The one-word answer Dad perspective

dollhouse-family-portrait-daddy-1419160-639x852I don’t know about you, but my better half is not one to elaborate much, especially when it comes his parenting perspective.  With a penchant for cars, consoles and calorific treats, he certainly isn’t the ‘Daddy day-care’ type.

This is fine, but sometimes when I’m exhausted from over-analysing our family unit, how many hours I have actually spent with our daughter this week and whether we have all had our 5-a-day I do wish he’d analyse a bit more – if only to make me feel better!

So, the other evening, I decided to find out what he really thinks and in order to get him onboard with it, I offered the option of one-word answers.  Winner!

Here is what I got back:

Q. What did you feel when I gave birth to DD3?

A. Pain

Q. What has changed most about your life since becoming a Dad?

A. Insomnia

Q. What do you miss most about your life pre-parenting?

A. Sleep

Q. What do you love most about being a Dad?

A. Humour

Q. What parenting chore do you dislike the most?

A. Bottom-wiping

Q.  Would you like a beer? (listening-test question!)

A. Yes

Q.  How would you describe my parenting style?

A. Soft

Q. How would you describe your parenting style?

A. Strong

Q. What trait would you like DD3 to inherit from you?

A. Humour

Q. What trait would you like DD3 to inherit from me?

A. Intelligence

I guess I’ve learnt a little bit more about him.  What would your partner say? Let me know at sayhello@paranoidworkingparent.co.uk or tweet me @pwparent

 

 

 

 

 

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The accidental competitive Mummy

  • my-daughter-1440088-639x481When my other half told me that I was always comparing our daughter to other people’s children, I was mortified.  Said child was only a few months old and the only humans I was conversing with were those at the baby and toddler groups, my new found antenatal friends and on rare occasions, close family members (the ones who are judging you on every tentative step into parenthood you take).

Apparently, so it transpired, every time a fellow mummy would mention something about their reflux-suffering son, or sleeping-like-an-angel daughter, I would have to pipe up with something similar about my own daughter.

The thing is, when I was engaging in these conversations, I wasn’t trying to compete. At least, I don’t think I was.  I was merely trying to feel part of the group. I wanted to be the confident parent.

I most definitely cared about the trials and tribulations of my new friends and their new offspring.  Just listening to their joking about the latest poo-disaster or the fact little James vomited over the lady in the supermarket made me smile and made me want to join in.  If I had something to say in reply, I said it.  I got nods of agreement or amazement, a little titter of laugher or a concerned look.  If I could relate to what they were saying, I damn well made it known.

It made me feel good.

It made me feel accepted into the mummy clique that I so desperately wanted to be part of.

However, when I was accused of being a competitive parent, all my new found confidence suddenly drained.  Was I really being a bit over-confident, a bit bolshy?  Were those little nods from the others just politeness?  Were they really thinking to themselves “here she goes again”? Did we not fit in with the group?

For a few days I pondered this, I tried to recall (and occasionally cringed at) the things I had said in conversation, things like the fact that my little girl could also start the jumperoo on her own and I’m sure she also had just muttered the word ‘Mama’.  I didn’t always boast about her achievements, we had some horrid times too, but I needed to share my new life of parenting with other people.  I didn’t think my daughter was any better than anyone else’s child, but I needed to feel like she and I were just as ‘normal’ as everyone else in the group.

After a few weeks of trying to make a conscious effort to not ‘compare’, I slipped gracefully back into the old habit. I decided that actually, these new parents were becoming my friends, they still listened to me, I hadn’t felt ostracised and most importantly of all, we were all going through the new-parent stage together.

I’m a proud (and slightly paranoid) parent, and I’m a talker. That is all there is to it.  If I was comparing my daughter subconsciously then I apologise if it annoyed anyone.  She is now 3 and I can safely say that we are still good friends with all those parents from the early days. We still get party and play-date invites at weekends and we’ve even been on holiday together!

Pipe-down Daddy-o, I wasn’t comparing, I was just joining in!

 

 

 

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5 things to do in 5 minutes to recharge your Mummy brain

resting-1515847-640x480I’ve been there before, daydreaming about a spa day, a whole day at home alone to potter, a leisurely walk and maybe a spot of lunch to while away the weekend. Realistically, these aren’t possible for the majority of us working Mums (Moms) – maybe once a quarter if you’re lucky.

So, what can we do to just grab a few moments of ‘me time’?  Here are my top 5 things to do in 5 minutes to recharge your brain and your patience.  Some of these can be done when you’re at work, others are for when you are at home in the evening or the weekend.

  1.  Wash your hands – I’m not talking a quick swill at the kitchen sink, I mean a proper hand wash in a nice bathroom basin, using a hand scrub if you have it, along with a fancy soap and lashings of hand cream.  Just the scent of my favourite soap or handcream makes me breathe a huge, contented sigh before I open the door back into real life.
  2. Go for a quick walk – This could be at lunchtime to get out the office, or just to nip to the local store at the weekend to get a paper.  Just these few minutes to be walking without real purpose, or having to keep a watchful eye over your roaming toddler is bliss.
  3. Listen to a song – it could be something on your iPod, or just a song on the radio , but everyone knows that music is powerful stuff.  If you can switch off from the world around you and focus on the lyrics and melody of a tune, it really can transform your mood and reinvigorate you.  I like to listen to tracks from my youth that bring back some great memories and make me smile.
  4. Take 10-15 deep breaths – If I’m honest, I do this in the office toilets regularly especially if I’m feeling overwhelmed.  Close your eyes and take 10 breaths of 5 seconds each.  Focus on your body starting from your feet and slowly moving up towards your neck and head as if you are releasing the stress from your being. By focusing on parts of your body, it stops your mind thinking about everything else.  It does work, trust me. 🙂
  5. Garden – There is simply nothing more relaxing that wondering along past your flower beds that are beginning to bloom in the spring sunshine.  If it is quiet and you can hear birds twittering, or even a neighbour’s lawnmower, it is very therapeutic.  Catching sight of a beautiful butterfly or a bumble bee collecting nectar transports you into the natural environment and even if you just deadhead a few plants it temporarily releases you from the life treadmill.

What do you do to rebalance your mind during the hectic week?  Let me know at sayhello@paranoidworkingparent.co.uk, tweet me @pwparent or comment on my facebook page www.facebook.com/paranoidworkingparent.

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10 signs you are a paranoid working Mum (Mom)

Here are my top 10 signs that you deserve entry into the ‘paranoid working Mum’ club. antistress-1-1506008-639x852

  1. You doubt you actually know your own child and their interests
  2. You google and read any material you can about high-powered women that have children, which then upsets you as they seem to ‘have it all’.
  3. Every keyworker handover at nursery is a blur as you’re too busy hugging, cuddling, staring intently at your child to listen to what the adult (who has more than 100 words of vocabulary) is saying.
  4. You are far more intolerant and impatient at work that you were pre-children.
  5. Any idea or suggestion you provide at work that is seemingly disregarded becomes a beacon in your brain that is shouting ‘that’s because you aren’t that good at your job anymore’.
  6. Sending your child to nursery or school when they are a bit under the weather leads to random thoughts of serious illness at least 5 times during the working day and thoughts of impending social worker involvement.
  7. Your child’s tantrums are researched regularly as you fear they have serious behavioural problems because you are not a stay-at-home Mum.
  8. Seeing home-made birthday cards presented on the children’s tv channels physically pains you even though you are useless at crafts and probably wouldn’t make one even if you were at home.
  9. You become interested in political topics such as sexual inequality in the workplace and flexible working.
  10. Making a decision between getting home to your children and attending a work event causes a dilemma of mammoth proportions and by the time you’ve made the decision, it is too late to accept the event.

Oh, and I’ve thought of an 11.

Other women at work who have children always seem to cope far better than you.

If you resonate with all or some of these, it is ok.  You’re not alone.  If you have more to add, please drop me a line at sayhello@paranoidworkingparent.co.uk.  Welcome to PWP.

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