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1 41 hours ago
How many people can say that they have the exact same parenting style as their spouse? Nope, not me 😩. My husband and I have different backgrounds, and different personalities that influence the way we try to raise our children. At times, I have been guilty of not backing him up when he has needed me to because I try to empathize with the kids (occupational hazard), which ends up being more detrimental as they start to split us. Guess who the good cop is 👮🏻♀️? It’s nothing that I am proud of and have acknowledged this in our marriage. I truly believe that together we can achieve the best parenting style for our family that we can practice which respects our individual values. Do you always see eye to eye with your partner when it comes to parenting and if not, how do you deal?
Let’s get real for a second. Most of my days I’m a #hotmess. My hair is usually dirty and pulled into a ‘fashionable’ messy bun (or so I tell myself). I may or may not get dressed everyday, emphasis on the may not. Sometimes I have day old mascara on which I just add to so I get super length lashes.
Despite all of those gross things – I’m a mom of two toddlers (two born under the age of two) so I’m super busy, super stressed, super out of time every single day.
I’m also a really good mom. I cook for them, clean up after them, feed them snacks 203948 times a day, play with them, do their laundry, cuddle them, kiss their boo boos, love them and most importantly, I step on toys, threaten to throw them out but never do.
It’s ok to be a wreck. We’re moms. It’s what we do. No judgement here. xx
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I'm pretty sure first time mom feels exactly the same. ❤❤❤
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Just woke up ☀️to this beautiful quote posted by @parenting_perfect. 🌻
I use to practice this quote with my kiddos (students) @jillianppitts 😊 back in my teaching days. After becoming a momma I try to also practice this with Liam and Zane. 👶🏾👶🏽😁
I definitely make my mistakes. But, hey who doesn't... lol.
Comment if you practice this same thing. 😊👍🏽
Attention boy moms! .
Where did I go wrong? I was adamant that I wasn't going to raise another trigger happy blood thirsty South African hunter, right down to the point I didn't even use the word "gun". But despite my best efforts, Captain Chaos seems to be mesmerised by anything that vaguely resembles a weapon. Am I fighting against millennia of savage hunter genes? The Hairy Fairy's expression mirrors my sentiments... Sigh...
26 348 hours ago
Hubba hubba 😍 He does dishes too ladies and gents. He has no idea I snapped this little shot of him being his amazing self, but I couldn't resist. This is what I would call sexy. Also, total buyers remorse over our new @sharkcleaning vacuum. We had one prior and loved it, but this new one doesn't do our home justice especially with three dogs! Any recommendations besides a @dyson ?
I’ll be honest, this morning I felt like I was nailing this Mum-ing thing. I would even go as far as to say that felt like I had my shit together as it were. Ruben was wearing a whole outfit - not just a baby grow, and he was wearing MATCHING socks (something neither of his parents ever do). Furthermore, these socks said Monday on them (my bar is set pretty low...) I felt like Pinterest Mum of the year. Then, during some lovely cuddles, I realised my hand was wet. Was it leaked milk? Nope. It was shit. Bright yellow poo. Not only was it on my hands, but my elbow, the sofa, our blanket and Ruben. Head to perfectly-matching-sock-clad toes. I found myself in the bath with him, wearing knickers to try and avoid getting a UTI. Glamorous AF.