Stop Acting Just Like Me!

Im in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. And also secretly shovelling Haribo into my mouth by the handful.

The kids are in the lounge eating raisins and watching Ruff Ruff Tweet and Dave before we go up to run the bath for bedtime (a bedtime I’ve actually not been praying for since 11am today).

Suddenly I hear the most almighty scream from the lounge. It is so high pitched and full of pain that I just know someone’s lost a limb at least. Possibly two.

I abandon the kettle and rush to the aid of my children, one of whom is surely lying bleeding profusely with his arm hanging off judging by the noise.

“Are you ok?” I ask as I survey the scene and realise they’re both still sitting on the sofa with raisin-less bowls.

“I bited my tongue,” says the three year old forlornly.

He bit his tongue? I swallowed six Haribo whole and ran faster (albeit 2 metres) than Ive ever ran because he bit his tongue.

I give him a cuddle and indulge him a bit because, in his defence, it bloody well hurts when you bite your tongue. But whilst I’m cuddling him I’m rolling my eyes a bit and wondering why he’s so dramatic.

And then I realise.

It’s because I am.

The other day I stubbed my toe (which to be fair is up there amongst the most physically painful experiences I’ve ever endured along with paper cuts and child birth) and I had to take a moment to cry in the bathroom compose myself before carrying on with life.

And so whilst I bemoan the Big One for having the mood swings of a pre-menstrual fifteen year old girl or complain that the Little One is being a miserable sod because he’s tired, I should remember that they are only acting JUST LIKE ME.

I am hard bloody work. I am dramatic and I’m a cow when I’m tired. My moods swing more than the swings at the park on a very windy day.

But those same qualities which make me dramatic make me passionate. They make me determined and assertive. Those same traits which make me a cow when I’m tired mean I don’t really take any sh*t from anyone. Those same moods which seem to change as often as my toddler’s favourite foods (hourly) mean I experience emotion in such a heightened way that loving someone becomes part of who I am.

And I love my kids beyond anything I’ve ever felt. They are physically a part of me.

And they are emotionally a part of me.

I couldn’t be more proud.

They can scream as if a rabid wolf got in the house because they stubbed their toe if they want.

I know I do.

Because it really f*cking hurts.

Me stubbing my toe on the stairs:


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  1. It bloody does hurt. I feel sometimes like it doesn't get the sympathy it deserves, toe stubbing. I think all kids are prone to a little amateur dramatics, I know mine are. Thanks for linking to #chucklemums 🙂

  2. haha! this is so like me and my girls… we are so dramatic, and as much as when they do it I get really pissed off about it, I expect everyone to jump and rush to my aid when its me lol.. brilliant! Oh, and toe stubbing is a killer! #chucklemums

  3. Yeah but biting your tongue and stubbing your toe do bloody hurt! I was actually struck down by a similar realisation a few weeks ago when I tutted and herumphed at my daughter for being such a "clumsy pants" and then turned and walked into the wall. (Yes wall. The same wall that has been there for years. Nobody had moved it that I'm aware of. I'm just a walking accident). It's true what they say about apples and trees!
    Thanks for linking with #fartglitter hun x

  4. This is so true, my little one copies me all the time..the good and the bad! thanks for sharing and i cried when my daughter threw her juice bottle from quite a height landing onto my shin…ouchhh and she said " oohh bubba…so funny. #bigpinklink

  5. Ha ha ha. Isn't it lovely when you realise that genetic link. Father always says to Mother: 'you've met your match. Your mini-me.' And I think it's true. 😉 #chucklemums

  6. I stubbed my toe in the night on suitcase SOMEONE left in the wrong place on direct path to the loo 3 months ago and it was f**ing AGONY! Couldn't scream as it would have woken up the house and what sort of sympathy would I have had? None. Love the Gif – that's what i felt like. Jo 🙂

  7. Oh I know! It's the worst when you look at their little faces and see you! Because if you're anything like me, you'll know that you won't win a battle with them because they are so freaking stubborn! Thanks for linking! #bigpinklink

  8. Haha this is very honest! I definitely see my worst traits in my kids. It's irritating sometimes to have your own weaknesses staring you in the face, isn't it? But I love your GIF – you'll have to tell me sometime how to insert one in a blog post! Sorry to be so late with the #BigPinkLink

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