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  • Mama Go Out And Have Some Fun

    I used to be the wild girl, could have four or five drinks and be dancing like no ones watching. My feet would have been overworked so much that I’d stop feeling the pain. I had confidence to talk to anyone, had more energy then anyone should. I was thin. I could go into any shop, picked what I liked and walk out without trying it on. I didn’t worry about later, or tomorrow. I had late nights and slept through mornings.

    Then I had kids !! …

    Alcohol means hangovers and there is no time for them. Sleep is so precious. I’m way too tired to dance, I wear practical shoes. My idea of a good night is watching Netflix in my jammies. I have early nights and wake up before morning. My heart is more full than it’s ever been… BUT…

    It all kinda makes me feel invisible. I am invisible. And that can hurt. There are still parts of the old me that I miss. It’s like this – you are born alone, you spend years developing who you are, becoming an independent woman… and then suddenly you become, someone’s mum, someone’s partner, someone who is too exhausted to enjoy life.

    That’s why mums need breaks. That’s why when things get too much you need and you needn’t feel guilty for having the time to retreat from that life and become you again. When your life becomes beautiful and loved up but also relentless, you deserve to be you again. In any way that is. Exercise, partying, prosecco with the girls. Any way you won’t feel invisible anymore.

    There is no such thing as “now I’m a mum I can’t do those things” it’s even more reason to do them! Don’t lose your spark. She’s still in there. You’ll come back… you’ll be the old you again… but in sensible shoes 💖

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  • Yes I Have Two Kids And I Smoke Weed Daily

    Yes, I have two kids. Yes, I smoke weed daily.

    It’s so funny to my how frowned upon marijuana is. No one looks twice when a mom says she enjoys “mom juice” aka wine, after her kids are in bed. But when a mom says she smokes weed, it’s a huge shock.

    I talk about this to bring awareness. I feel as not enough people talk about this. Marijuana has helped me so much, especially when it comes to being a mom.

    I have never been the most patient with my two kids. Weed makes me a better mom, as I get a good night sleep after I smoke. I wake up well rested, and with a more clear mind.

    It’s okay to smoke weed after your kids go to bed.

    It’s okay to smoke it to help with anxiety. Mine has been SO much better since I started smoking.

    It’s okay to smoke it to gain weight. I’ve always been dangerously underweight. Now, I am at the healthiest weight I have ever been in my life.

    It’s okay to smoke it, to help you get off medication. I was able to completely stop my anti depressants because smoking helped me so much.

    It’s okay to smoke instead of drink. I used to have a problem with drinking, and my behaviour that came along with that. Weed has helped me to stop drinking so much, and to be honest, I much prefer smoking over drinking.

    Marijuana is my glass of wine.

    It’s my can of beer.

    It’s my relaxation time.

    You can still be a kick ass mom, and smoke weed.

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  • The Sigh Of Relief When No Judgement Is Given

    To the mum i walked past on my way to collect my little girl from preschool. Your child was kicking off quite literally, kicking – punching – and slapping you around the face. I saw your face when our eyes locked.

    I saw how you were keeping your upset in when all you wanted to do was shout as each blow hit you. I saw how you deep down felt like I thought how unruly your boy was being. The sigh of relief of no judgement spread across your face when i told you – you’re doing amazing it may not seem like it but you are!

    I think as mums & dads we forget how amazing we truly are. We put up with so much crap sometimes, always putting these small beings before us that we forget that we are human and we are all just trying to do the best we can day to day! Some days are better than others. But we get through everyday because we are super! We are awesome and we shouldn’t ever forget that!

    So if you’re having a day like the woman i saw today just know you’re awesome and it won’t last forever. You’ve got this 💪🏼

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  • For Every Woman Who Cries Alone In The Shower

    For the woman whose husband makes an “extra stop” after work every evening.

    For the woman who is mourning the loss of a pregnancy that nobody else knew about.

    For the woman who still leads from the front even although she’s lost inside.

    For the woman who was fired for her fourth late because she has been awake for a straight week with a sick child.

    For the single mom who doesn’t know how the utilities are going to stay on this month.

    For the woman who has gone through 2 IVF’s and has tried for five years without success but still shows up to every baby shower for her friends.

    For the woman who still hasn’t forgiven herself for the abortion that she had 20 years ago.

    For the woman who has a line of judging eyes at her and her children as she counts out coins or has to put something back at the supermarket.

    For the woman that opens the door to the news of her husband being killed overseas three weeks before he was to return home.

    For the woman that lives with a quiet anxiety because nobody understands what you could possibly be stressed about.

    For the woman that gives to her family all day- everyday and just needs a break.

    For the woman that smiles at strangers all day in public- but weeps silently every night.

    For the woman who has wanted to end it all but found strength to carry on.

    For the woman that heard the rumour about herself at church today.

    For the woman sleeping next to a stranger every night.

    For the woman whose genetics will never allow her to look like the ones in the magazines.

    For the woman that endures one broken relationship after another because there was no father around to teach her what love looks like.

    For the woman raising a fatherless daughter and praying that history doesn’t repeat itself.

    For the woman who loves with all her heart who’s desperate to be loved.

    For every single woman that cries in the shower so that nobody else can see. Because if you aren’t strong-nobody is.

    Just because the water washes your tears doesn’t mean that you don’t cry. Just because you cry doesn’t mean that you’re not strong enough to handle it.

    I am you. I see you. I am with you, I cry with you. I love you. 💜

    #powerful #warriors #goddesses #superwoman

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  • Here’s Why Stay At Home Mums Can Be Depressed

    I hear so many people asking why any stay at home mom would be depressed. I mean, we get to stay home with our children, why would we be depressed??

    We are depressed because it’s absolutely exhausting working your ass off for your family, but it not meaning anything because we don’t make money.

    It’s exhausting making a daily sacrifice to put others needs before your own. And it not meaning anything because you don’t “help” financially.

    It’s exhausting being a maid, a teacher, a chef, a nurse, a mentor, and people don’t care because you don’t make money.

    Our very existence doesn’t count as a real contribution to some, because we don’t earn money.

    So, how would you feel. If you worked 24/7….Literally. And got zero acknowledgement from society because you don’t earn an income?! And you were constantly asked when you’re gonna get a job and what you do all day.

    Someone’s worth should not be defined by the amount of money they make. My contribution is just as important as any working person. And guess what?! At the end of your work day, you get to clock out, go home and relax. I never get to clock out of my “job”. I wouldn’t change my job for the world

  • Go Mama Tell Him About Anger

    “This was my hallway last Wednesday.

    Broken. Sharp. Treacherous.

    This was my hallway.

    It was my son who did this.

    Sometimes, often really, things break – irreparably. And it takes your breath away … straight away.

    It took my breath away when my son stormed into the bathroom, frustrated, angry, fed-up for his very own, very significant to him, reasons. And when he chose to SLAM the bathroom door, causing the heavy mirror mounted to the front to slip out of the hardware holding it in place and crash onto the floor – a million, BROKEN pieces were left reflecting the afternoon light.

    I was quiet. I surveyed the damage and took a deep breath. Put the dog outside so he wouldn’t cut his feet, put the cat in the basement for the same reason.

    I walked into the backyard and felt the hot tears streaming down my face. It’s amazing how alone you can feel as a single parent in moments like these. I realized how scared and disappointed I felt. Did this really just happen? Yes. This was real.

    And as I stood and considered whether or not this was an indication of his developing character, I heard his tears through the window above me, coming from inside the bathroom.

    His soul hurt. This was not what he expected either. Hello, Anger – I don’t remember inviting you into my house.

    Scary.

    Terrified.

    Ashamed.

    Worried.

    Scared.

    Deep breath, #MamaWarrior. Deep breath. That small, fragile soul needs you right now. He needs your very best. Your biggest compassion. Your most gentle and firm mama love and reassurance. More deep breaths. Go Mama.

    Go. Go now. Go open the front door, tiptoe through the broken glass, hear him hearing you coming, watch the bathroom door crack open, see the face you love most in the world red with worry and wet with tears, his voice is suddenly so small: “Mama, I’ll never do it again, I am SO sorry.” More tears. More weeping. Such uncertainty on his sweet face.

    Go Mama. Get him. Go now. Scoop him into your lap. Yup, you’re crying too. Damn this was big. Hold him tight. Watch how he curls into a ball in your arms so quickly. See how eager he is to be loved by you. To be reassured by you. See how small he still is. See how fragile that spirit is.

    I love you.

    You are safe.

    I am right here.

    The worst part is over now.

    I’ve got you.

    I’m here.

    I love you.

    Go Mama. Tell him about Anger. Tell him now. Anger is a really powerful feeling. You have a right to your Anger. Anger burns hot. It can purify. It can also destroy. He nods. He feels it. He’s met Anger now.

    There’s a better way to show your big feelings.

    We’ll work on it together …. tomorrow.

    I’m here to help you.

    You are safe.

    You are never alone in your anger.

    You are never alone in your fears.

    I’m here. We’re here together.

    Now we will clean together.

    And we cleaned up the broken pieces. We swept and we vacuumed. It was quiet work. It was careful work. It was thoughtful work.

    Sometimes things break. Sometimes we break them. It’s not the breaking that matters, the how or why. What matters is how we choose to respond to the broken-ness. Does it kill us? Does it throw us into a downward spiral of blame and punishment?

    OR

    Does it help us remember how to love deepest? Does it push us towards compassion and over the hurdle of “rightness” and “wrongness” into LOVENESS?

    Yes. LOVENESS.

    Go Mama. Go now. Get that baby of yours. Teach that. Show that. Live that. It’s called LOVENESS. Go. Now.”

     

    Submitted by Kathleen Fleming & Majestic Unicorn

     

  • Hey Men Do You Wonder Why Your Partner Is A Little Cranky?

    Wondering why your partner is feeling a little cranky lately?

    Wonder why when you’re tapping your wife late at night and she doesn’t move, or looks over at you like you’re George Pell’s lawyer (you piece of shit)

    It’s not because she’s as hairy as a yeti and isn’t interested in sex.

    Oh, contraire mon amie. On contraire. Us women, we love it.

    No it’s because she’s exhausted. But I know you know that… I mean I know you’ve heard her say it a million times but I’m going to break it down for you as to why she’s so exhausted and what she means when she’s saying to your little angels “no sweetheart, mummy can’t read you another 5 books because mummy has to go hang the clothes otherwise no one will have laundry! Ha ha 😒”

    Because her mental load is bigger than your washing pile… and on top of that, there’s a load of cleaning to do.

    Every day and every night.

    Before you go to tap her on the shoulder because your peen is doing the electric boogaloo in your pants, ask yourself… have I helped out today?

    Or Have I eaten dinner and then disappeared to the toilet for five hours as soon as I was done and conveniently missed all the dishes being done?

    Or have I sulked like a toddler because I had work today and will do a real shitty job so no one asks me again?

    Because I’m pretty sure that’s the reason she snaps at you and everyone else like a rubber band.

    Because making the doctors appointments, the dentists, organising the bills, gift buying, school meetings, socialising, and WORKING- uh I’m tired making this list, isn’t enough for her load, she’s gotta cook dinner too and then clean up afterwards as well.

    And that toilet you’re talking a long ass shit on? Guess who’s scrubbing your skiddies? You got it in one!

    So why doesn’t she ask for help? “Ohhh if she wants help she’s just gotta say it” (insert stupid voice here)

    Because mate, she shouldn’t have to ask you, or anyone in the bloody house.

    Do you live here? Do you eat off that plate? So it’s your job too honey.

    She doesn’t need to remind you, tell you, or give you a list, because you’re an adult who lives in a house… together! Crazy, I know! 🤭 And it’s also crazy because, no ones giving her lists, because last I checked, with or without glasses, we can all see the fucking mess, so why is it only one of us is concerned while the other one walks over it like they’re going on a bear hunt?

    Say it with me real slow okay…if 👏🏻 your 👏🏻 wife 👏🏻 does 👏🏻more 👏🏻doesn’t 👏🏻 mean 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 do 👏🏻 less 👏🏻🖕🏻(sorry finger slipped)

    And when you feel that urge to sit down when the house is a bomb site, fight it, fight it real hard, because otherwise, you’ll be fighting for your relationship, and there are plenty of others out there that can control their bowel movements until after they’ve finished clearing the dinner table. 😉

    ❤️

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  • One Day You Won’t Have To Stand In The Wet And Cold

    In 10 years time I won’t have to get up at 8am on a Sunday morning.

    I won’t have to wash muddy sports kits or make sure both boots are in the bag or that we have water bottles, water proofs and shin pads.

    I won’t be needed as the worlds proudest cheerleader for 2 hours plus every weekend.

    I won’t be fiercely shouting at the opposition (Footy mums you know you do this too!)

    That time will pass in a heartbeat just like the last 10 years have and in no time my weekends will be my own again

    Until that day comes I am happy to give up any amount of my time and I fully intend to be the constant cheerleader, kit manager, chauffeur, water carrier and the loudest voice on the sideline – whether they like that or not 🤣

    For the parents with the wet feet and windswept hair who are on the touchline come rain or shine or flipping snow cheers from me 🥂☔️❄️☀️

    #WeOnlyDoPositive

    Courtesy Mum & Tonic

  • Look At This White Girl, Tryin To Wrap Her Head Lookin All Stupid

    Dear McDonald’s worker who will probably never see this….,

    Ur drive thru windows aren’t sound proof. Ur probably wondering y I had tears in my eyes when u handed me my iced coffee… or maybe not, judging by the words u said after handing me my oatmeal…

    “Look at this white girl, tryin to wrap her head. Lookin all stupid”

    As u and ur coworker laughed and passed judgement on my poor head wrap job, I hope ur day gets better. I went to McDonald’s for an iced coffee and oatmeal to try to make my day better, but u made it worse. I hope u never get sick. I hope ur healthy and thriving for ur life. I hope ur family members r healthy and happy. Cuz I didnt wrap my head to try to be anything in particular… I wrapped it cuz I shaved my head when my hair was falling out from chemo and having a baby, and yesterday my stepson told me he liked it. I wrapped it cuz the scarf was given to me from a woman at the office I get radiation treatments from. I also wrapped it cuz I haven’t showered in 2 days cuz I’m a mom who is still trying to figure out how to juggle everything.

    So, thank you for reminding me to be careful with my words… and to not judge a book by the cover.💜

    Sincerely,

    That “stupid white girl”

    **edit** I love that my friends and family members have commented and messaged asking which one so they can call and take up for me, but I really posted this as a reminder to be kind- not to get anyone in trouble or to have them inadvertently lose their job that pays their bills. So, please… just be kind!

    Love your neighbor as yourself Mark 12:31💜💜

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  • Looking For A Way To Keep Your Kids Still…

    Looking for a way to keep your kids still….

    Buy them glow in the dark pjs. Tell them they have to lie really still under the light to “charge” them…..

    I’m not even sorry 😂😂😂😂

    ****Update: To expand on the trickery I’ve started putting the pjs back into their drawer when they get dressed in the morning……unexposed to light all day they dim and do not glow in the dark when they tried to test me last night until they laid down again. Reinforcing the need to lie quietly under the light before bed

    Again #notevensorry

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