I have always been terrible at taking criticism. One thing I am working on is not being so quick to come up with excuses when I’ve under performed.
This achievement might take a while, so in the meantime, here are some things I have always been rubbish at, but am quite enjoying blaming on motherhood. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and all that.
- Being on time. If I need to leave by a certain time my brain just seems to think it should wait until said time to actually get ready. I would blame my older sister for teaching me this, but that would be me, breaking my vow to avoid making excuses. But it’s definitely her fault.
- Sending Birthday cards.
- Sending Christmas cards.
- Saying thank you to all the “proper people” who sent me Birthday/Christmas cards (You know who you are- did you by any chance telepathically receive my warm and thankful thoughts?).
- Being the life of the party. Truth is, after 11 pm I’ve always been quite keen to curl up in my bed. The fact that I now have a baby-sized alarm clock permanently set at 5 am gives me permission to do so.
- Consistent brain functioning. Sometimes, just occasionally I have moments when the lights are on, but no one’s home. Alas, now I can blame it on”baby brain!”, which is apparently an actual thing. By the way, how long am I allowed to use this magical term? Any ideas? Do tell.
- Keeping a tidy car. I feel like the presence of a car seat and baby paraphernalia make the empty crisp packets forgivable.
- Wearing clothes that are over 90% clean. OK perhaps a little controversial, but having been raised on a farm I was taught to wash clothes when they are dirty, not every time they got a little dirt on them. Many things are wipe-able (I did say I would be honest!). What bewilders me is that, even with this method in place, our household still accrues a load a day. And for that reason I have requested that my husband starts turning his underwear and socks inside out and….ahhh did I get you? JOKING!
- Keeping it together (aka not being a soppy sucker!). I have always been one to shed a “happy tear” (or ten) during weddings, christenings, romantic comedies and even inspirational adverts. Yes, a 26 second advert is long enough for my tear ducts to go into full flow (Damn you, John Lewis; EVERY YEAR you do it to me.). Nowadays I blame mummy hormones and the fact that my heart has tripled in size since having a baby.
Now that I see it in writing, that’s quite a lot of rubbishness. But I’m OK with that. Us mummies are only human, after all. ♥