To the woman at the park, looking at her phone, while her children are getting dirty,
I salute the strength in you to take the 2 minutes to yourself!
For not giving into the public perception that you should be switched on, 24 hours a day. For not caring about what people think.
To the woman with piles of dishes and washing who walks straight out the door for a coffee at her friends,
I salute the strength in you. Because the OCD in me kills me!!
Being a good mum or wife or human does NOT mean spending eternity cleaning your house. If you leave them for long enough your friends might start doing them. If they actually want to drink from a clean coffee cup!
To the woman at the doctor’s surgery, waiting patiently to request some antidepressants,
I salute the strength in you!
Postnatal depression, Anxiety, Depression, PTSD is a rude little Bitch. You are still coping, do not confuse depression, anxiety, PTSD for not coping, you’ve taken action, you look like a coping, beautiful human to me.
Too often strength and weakness are confused. Strength is asking for help. You are so strong and no one knows what is going on behind closed doors. So many women are going through the exact same thing, they just don’t talk about it.
To the woman who didn’t lose all of that baby weight!
I salute your beautiful body for nourishing that beautiful human you and partner created!
A 24-hour job that doesn’t pay and won’t end for around 20 years is NOT a good time to give up the cake. Eat the cake, eat the whole bloody cake and piss off anyone who dares to say anything. Your post-baby body is not all the sudden free for public commentary.
Before completing judging me or any other person as a totally messed up parent when you next see me in the supermarket please consider the following,
1) I have already cried twice today.
2) I haven’t had any sleep. At all. I’m juggling an impossible balance of caring for my husband that has served his country and now has returned a different, mentally crippled man, 2 boys that have their own health issues that they definitely do not deserve, and my own mental health. The Balance is so hard, there are actually NO words.
3) This chaos that you see? That follows me around 24 hours a day, while my trip to the shops may be slightly less enjoyable due to the anxiety-driven 6-year-old struggling with the crowds and noise and the 4-year old that can’t see or hear properly.
Some days I actually light up a smoking to try and shorten it. Just to ease the anxiety, it’s a never-ending state of emotional confusion, and disappointment in myself that I reach out for that smoke.
4) It may look like I’m doing something wrong by giving into my child’s demands for a kinder surprise, but what you don’t realise is that sometimes you just need a little peace and myself peace is seeing my kids enjoy something they enjoy and definitely deserve!! (2 minutes it takes to eat a kinder surprise).
The end goal is just to see a smile on their little faces and a little token of love and gratitude for them, as they deserve the world. The sacrifices a military kid makes without even getting a choice goes unnoticed. so, my precious little boys, you eat that kinder surprise and enjoy every little bit.
There was a time that I cared, that time has passed.
So while you’re staring at me juggling a million things and holding back the tears and fishing around in my purse for that very last Valium the doctor said I can have, (I lie I cannot have). whoops!! please feel free to come and tell me or any other parent how outstandingly great you think they are. We could all do with a bit of kindness in this hugely judgemental world.
Lauren. Mother, Wife, Crazy Nut Job and Proud!!