Today, I turned 29 years old. (Where the heck has that time gone? I cannot believe it’s nearly a decade since I was that young, carefree girl, out dancing every weekend, with no idea what she wanted from life.)
Then, at 21 I found it.
I had a baby.
I am, and always will be first, and foremost, a Mum. But is there more?
For almost a decade, I have been a parent.
For almost a decade I have been pregnant, breastfeeding, fat, pregnant again, breastfeeding again, huge again, aaaaannnnd pregnant again, breastfeeding again, fat again.
In a way I’ve been trapped, my body and my life, has belonged to these little people.
Being a stay at home mum, has meant that the children (and of course, the old man) have been my only focus.
I’ve watched my friends go through their 20′s, finding career paths, going on holidays, getting engaged, buying houses, planning weddings, going drinking, having care-free weekends away….and other such fun things.
While I’ve spent my 20′s getting my (once fit and thin – although I didn’t realise it at the time) body ruined, gaining huge bags under my eyes as I literally haven’t had a full nights sleep for 7 years, changing nappies, cleaning up sick, mashing up brocoli and carrots, changing more nappies, crying over bleeding nipples, crying about my sheer exhaustion, and basically having THE HARDEST, BUT BEST, MOST REWARDING TIME OF MY LIFE!
I have honestly loved it. Not every minute of it (as if!), but most of it.
I am confident as a parent. I feel it’s the only thing I know how to do, it’s the only thing I’m good at. It’s the only thing I’ve ever done. (Apart from school, and work in a shoe shop!)
I lack confidence in every other aspect of my life. I feel there’s nothing else I’m good at.
I am by nature, lazy. I get bogged down by housework, and laundry. I complain I’m too fat, I worry I will never find my ‘ideal’ career. I put things off. I avoid difficult or awkward situations.
In a bid to combat this I have bought books,(Feel the Fear, and do it anyway, How to Clean up your Life, Run Fat Bitch Run) none of them work for me.
Then today, I read some AMAZING advice:
JUST GET THE F**K ON WITH IT!
How have I got to this age with no one telling me this?
Today, instead of sitting here thinking of the mess I had to clean I up – I got the f**k on with it! It was done by 9.45am.
Instead of moaning I’m fat, and eating to comfort myself, I put on my 30 day shred DVD and – got the f**k on with it!
Instead of thinking that I can’t face going out as I have a cheek full of spots (I’m 29 ffs – why the spots?) – I got the f**k on with my day, showered and dressed and went out for a birthday lunch with my parents and Frankie.
How easy is this advice? You can apply it to EVERYTHING!!
Instead of moaning about parenting, losing weight, work, housework, awkward phone calls, ANYTHING, just
GET ON WITH IT!!
Genius!
I am 29, I have a wedding to plan, I have weight to lose, I have children to provide a good example to, I have my dream job to find, so instead of just thinking of and putting off the many things on my MASSIVE to do list, I’m going to, simply get on and do it.
Bring on my 30′s – I’m feeling better than ever!!!
Amen.
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