Becoming a parent, as I'm sure many people have said, is the most life-changing experience you'll ever go through, and one which pretty much happens within a few minutes!
I wanted to offer a little advice on becoming a parent, but realised everyone’s take on parenting is completely different, so I asked some mummies and daddies ‘‘What advice would you give to your former-before-children-self?’’ and their contributions are at the end of this post!
So to start, I have a few pieces to share..
I love my mum friends. In fact, they're not even classed as mum friends any more, they're just friends. They're categorised as mum friends as we all met when our now toddlers were a few months old. When our babies would just lay peacefully on the floor and we'd all coo and drink tea. It's a much different story now, as on the occasions we do meet up there's a bit more umpiring involved, cold tea and smaller pieces of cake due to a little person wanting it. Plus, with work and nursery schedules, getting a date in the diary is pretty challenging!
These are the friends who I met at a baby class, and since then have been there every step of the way on our journeys in becoming mums. Through the highs, lows, colic, poonamis, sleepless nights, firsts, lasts, laughs, tears, weaning (or early weaning for Cruise due to one of Clark's friends feeding him cake around 3/4 months old!) and everything in between.
It's 8:50am and I'm just about to take my eldest to nursery. Before we leave the house it's routine that I check to make sure I look somewhat presentable, but notice I've already accumulated an amount of mum-of-a-baby-and-toddler stains, yogurt from an unwiped mouth and snot. Yes, I did the very quick pinch of the baby's nose to get the snot and wiped it on my jeans. Don't scowl, I know you've done this before and if you haven't your time will come when you're juggling 700 things at once on a Monday morning.
I should also add that I'm wearing exactly the same as what I wore yesterday. Did you just eww at me? Because if you did I don't have time on a Monday morning to trawl through my wardrobe trying to find something which will make me feel slightly comfortable around the other mums I may see along my way today.
Yesterday, Clark and I had a fun-filled afternoon which consisted of building train tracks, roaring like dinosaurs, hide and seek and painting each others toes.
You painted his toes? Yes, I painted his toes. Why? Because when my blonde hair, blue eyed boy asked if I could paint his toes, not one part of me thought against it, and to be fair I was pretty happy to sit down for 3 minutes.
There was so much excitement in his eyes as he watched this bright pink polish being painted on his toes, and after each toe he said 'Thank you!' Yes, difficult to believe from a toddler, but I did receive 10 consecutive thank you's whilst he sat ever so patiently for me to finish. I would love to say that I've decided on a career change and have booked myself onto a nail technician course, but I don't think anyone would be willing to pay for the type of express pedicures I'd offer!
Will and I have been together 10 years this year, 4 of those years married. We met at college, though he was the only person in my course who I never spoke to.. from what I remember I called him 'cap boy' as he was one of those who constantly wore a cap indoors, hoop earring and a selection of silver chains round his neck.
Don't worry, I know what you're thinking, what a catch, he sounds a delight. And actually you'd be 100% right, he was and continues to be a catch. Unfortunately, if you're hoping I'm going to be one of these bloggers who is constantly writing about the troubles they have with their partner and how much their husband sucks then I'm sorry that's not me (though there is nothing wrong with those bloggers!)