Introduction
Parenthood. You can’t write this shit.
Before we start, here is a little bit about who I am. My name is Tara. I have a husband Nick and 2 kids- Paddy who is 2.5 and Edi-Rae who has just turned 1. I work part time as an influencer (we will touch on this more soon), I wrote a children’s book and I have huge dreams of writing more books but LOL at that because I don’t even have time to scratch myself. Now, back to the influencer stuff. I didn’t dream to do this, it is something I fell in to. I did reality TV back in 2017 and ended up getting a following on Instagram. Brands started reaching out so I have continued with as it allows me to work from home with extreme flexibility which is perfect for me while I navigate this whole Mum and Marriage (lol) thing and I am super grateful for the position I am in. I love the online community I have, and I am so honest about the reality of life as a parent. Which brings me here.
Today I was in the hair salon telling my gorgeous hairdresser about my shit show of a week at home. About how last Friday after my husband played golf all day (it was actually a work meeting apparently but) he came home and was complaining he was not feeling well. Then the vomiting and an actual shit show began. He was bed ridden while I looked after the children all weekend. I also was sick and struggling with a sinus infection at the time. It was absolute hell. As you can imagine the week to follow was nuts. There were more projeciles, watery poos, loads of washing, screaming children and not much sleep. My hairdresser was laughing and she said “you couldn’t write this!” and then she said wait… maybe you should write another book but for parents? She continued to say that she has lots of clients who are Mums and we all say the same stuff, so maybe a book of what you go through would help other mums realise what they are going through is normal… I started the book but I thought I should maybe turn it in to a daily blog and post it each day.
I started writing this back in June and its now almost October so it does go back in time a little. I then missed a few months because you know how it is but now I’m back dedicating some time each night to write about the day. So I’m just going to label each day with numbers instead of dates so they can all flow better and we don’t see the gaps if I miss any hahaha.
So here we go with day 1 of the next 365 days.
Day 1
After the shit show of a week we have had, I finally have some help with the kids so I booked myself in to the hairdresser for a desperate freshen up (I get my hair done 3x times a year so this is very exciting stuff). Nick said he will be home early too so I’m pumped for a day with so many helping hands so I can get on top of emails and house work. While at the hairdresser, my husband called. He seemed flustered, stressed almost. “BABE” he says. “There is a guy I really need to meet at Golf this afternoon. It’s a super important meeting for work. Can I please play”? Literally did not know golf games are used to hold work meetings until I was married… like, is this an actual thing or am I being punked? I felt like pegging my phone at the wall. “Just go” I said. I then went on to bitch to my hairdresser for the next 20 mins about marriage.
I raced and got groceries before heading home to say bye to our beloved nanny. When I got home my nanny was mid-way through hanging and folding the washing and I could have cried of happiness. Sometimes I wish I was married to her.
We played all afternoon and then it was time to cook dinner. I wish I was more prepared because I have never met more Hangry people than my two kids. As soon as they see me start dinner I am absolutely abused and yelled at until its ready. Finally, it was ready. Finally, they were calm. My husband then came home very chirpy with a bottle of wine to celebrate his work meeting. He asked me if I was angry at him and I said no I’m just exhausted. He told me I could sleep in the spare room and he would wake up to the kids through the night (don’t even get me started on the 2-year regression) and omggg yasssssss! A FULL NIGHT OF SLEEP AND NO 4:30am WAKE UP! I started being way more friendly towards him after I heard this. There is no truer statement than ‘Happy wife, happy life’. Now I’m married with kids that saying makes so much more sense.