Hey, I thought it would be fun to try a few weekly features on my blog, general rants (such as what you are about to receive) by way of Monday Mumma Mutterings, some tutorials, on a Tuesday of course; Wednesday maybe I share my inspirations.
So today I bring you the first of my "Mumma Mutterings"... basically my thoughts and venting on anything and everything to do with being a Mumma.
Photo taken by Penny of paj when Ben
was 3 days old. I didn't ask her to, but Penny did touch up this photo of me... I am far wrinklier IRL!
Glamour Mumma?
Lately I have been thinking about the elusive (and for me, non-existent) glamour Mumma. I am not a glamour Mumma, being a Mum for me is many things, most of them very rewarding and gorgeous... non of them involve glamour. Not a one!
This morning my husband asked me if I really wanted to wear the top I had on. A 3/4 sleeve green tee shirt, that I happen to really like... bought recently and only worn about 3-4 times.
Thing is it has breast milk stains all over it. Yes breastmilk stains, it is 100% fat I think... you may as well smear some butter into your top. There are stains on the front and on the sleeves, so pretty much a tie die kind of effect happening!
Ben vomits on me constantly... bless his cotton socks. Honestly I dont really care too much cause he is a baby and he is not doing it on purpose. Asides, to be honest, I cant really blame the baby... see I am, by nature, a bit of a numpty. I often spill food, or drinks on myself.
Plus I have what is known in the breast feeding community as a "fast flow"... the other day while traveling home from a weekend in Melbourne, sitting in the Qantas lounge (all the ingredients for a Glamour Mumma, no?) I had to check that my milk spray had not landed upon the lady sitting beside me. From time to time I even spray myself in the eye. Not very glamourous.
I did see a Glamour Mumma while in the lounge, her bubba was just a bit smaller than Ben, she had her in a sling. She had a lovely sheepskin jacket, skinny jeans and stiletto boots on - oh and she was rake thin... I just watched her with my mouth agape {again not very Glamour Mumma esk of me}. I wear converse sneakers, or ballet slipper style shoes, jeans - and often tracky dacks... and clearly have no problem wearing baby spew tops in public. I don't even want to think of the damage I could inflict on myself and/or bubba if I were to wear a pair of stiletto's.
Recently I went clothes shopping with my sisters. I felt quite special as they "jshusshed" me and put me together. I felt a bit more like "me" and not all Mumma. Still I felt uneasy with these purchases. I could not work out why I had this uneasy feeling. Was it because I was still a bit overweight after the birth? No, it wasnt that because I am all about embracing the now (and not thinking, I will be happy when... when I loose a bit of weight, when I go on a holiday, when schmen, NOW is the time to be happy), right so it wasnt that. I realised what the matter was when I first put some of the clothes on ... it was the breast feeding factor, did they cater for such activity? Thankfully they did/do... but I quickly realised that the very beautiful silky fabric will have breastmilk all over it within about half an hour of putting it on. Which is exactly what happened yesterday, I had to remove said gorgeous material garment to spray it with stain remover before even getting out of the house.
So I am not sure how they do it... these Glamour Mumma's, not when their bubba's are so little. When they are older, yes. I think I had it pretty much together again by the time Mikaela was 4 years old. So, I'll get back to you on this matter, and show you my Fabuloso Glamourous Mumma self in about 4+ years. LOL!
Next week... "How do you do it?"
Oh and if you have any specific questions you would like me to answer, leave a comment, or drop me an email and I'll make a post of it.
Bxo
