Bethany's Baby Babblings

Parenting is bloody hard and I've been told that I need to give myself a break. My new mantra is (not that I am qualified to dish out advice at all) to take short-cuts, sack off unecessary tasks, cheat the system and ignore societal pressures of what good parents should do. Be lazy.  For example, it's my daughter's first Christmas. Father Christmas was at our local garden centre. Me and Dale couldn't be arsed to queue up for a what would only be something to post on social media rather than a genuine experience for our kid. So we compromised and took a photo of her by the plastic display in the entrance. Win win.

Being a parent involves finding your child's bodily functions absolutely fascinating and taking photos to show people. And these said people actually do not give a shit. Like my husband dislodged this bogie from our child's nose and saved it to show people. Imagine if he did that with his own bogies, I'd be filing for divorce (saying that he did once keep a nose hair he pulled out and I wasn't even phased. In fact I was impressed because it was SO LONG!) Enough about my husband's nose hairs; be grateful readers that I haven't taken photos of my daughter's nappies. Although weirdly she always poos out in the open rather than in her nappy. Or maybe that isn't weird. I don't know.

I'm constantly finding myself talking in baby talk even when I am nowhere near my baby. I am also constantly talking to myself ever since she was born. But I think that's because my brain is so mushy that if I don't do that then I forget what I'm doing, who I am and my purpose in life. Also I'm getting "what if my child forgets who I am" paranoia... (the combination of baby blues, my sister passing away recently, history of depression and general anxiety/low confidence is to blame for that. Luckily the grandparents have been sleeping over to help out - thank god) ...where was I? Oh yeah, I'm terrified of my daughter forgetting who I am and/or not bonding properly therefore I am just calling myself mummy ALL THE TIME. Even in the 3rd person. Even when I'm the only person in the room. So in summary, I am already babbling in baby talk 24/7. And it's ok to admit your mental health is suffering and to get help! Even if it feels like you'...

giving up on eating a cheese string the proper way (ie peeling it apart) because you don't want to disturb your child during a cuddle. however i will endeavour to master the art of one handed cheese string peeling, but until then i will commit the sin of just chomping into it. i cannot believe i've done a post about sodding cheese. actually, scrap that, i can.