Ok, I started 2 blog posts already and have deleted both as they didn’t feel right. This time I won’t delete. No, I won’t (ha ha, you can’t check, can ya?). Aren’t you a lucky reader? ;)
Here is what’s been up in da land of Tam.
Things have been tough the past 4 weeks. With the babies, with my heart and my soul. I’m feeling really scattered with my energy. Obviously this is no surprise with the sleep deprivation, but it’s also more than that, not just sleep stuff. There is just a general sort of withering and waning going on in my head (also: a purplish kind of fog) and I can’t quite point my finger on the exact why. Not necessary of course. Expressing often helps, so in addition to ‘arting it out’, I’m deliberately writing this so that maybe I can clear some of them chakras and move forward a bit. Externalise baby, externalise.
Oh, I bought chia seeds to mix in with my juices. The crazy thing is that chia seeds aren’t big here in the UK (can only find them in health food stores) and so they are ridiculously expensive. Apparently, though, they are a mega superfood promising magical powers and a healthy heart, so I bought me a bag and I’ll let you know if I do indeed one morning wake up as cat woman or gandalf. :)
Mh, I just jumped from chakras to chia seeds to gandalf. Where shall I jump next? Back to the babies.
So, babies, yes, they are kinda not fun at the moment. Although this weekend was an improvement, the last 4 weeks of having children can be described as: 90% ‘I want to kill myself disaster zone 101’ and 10% ‘a little bit fun with an edge of ‘who’s going to have a meltdown next’ vibe’.
I really think human beings need to be better prepared for and informed about the perils of parenthood BEFORE they embark upon the sentimental journey of actually having children – it’s not all it’s chalked up to be. To quote the Dutch comedian Brigitte Kaandorp; ‘Ik raad het niet aan’ (translates to: ‘I don’t recommend it’). There is just much less romance and a lot more hysteria than I had ever expected or prepared myself mentally for. Also; the tired.omg.
At the moment a lot of this parenting gig involves jumping from Epic Greek Drama to Nuclear Meltdown to Gigantic Disaster Mess to Toddler Explosion to Never Able to Spend a Minute Alone to Will I Ever Be Able to Have a Conversation with my Husband Ever Again to WHY WILL NO ONE LET ME PEE IN PEACE type of ambiances. An example: Last night I tried to have a pee at 4am which I think took me less than 15 seconds and by the time I was back in bed, Elliot was near catatonic with hysterics. That took less than 15 seconds people. Less than 15 seconds.
It’s neurosis inducing.
Additionally, both Andy and I are finding that before kids, there were life circumstances that you had successfully navigated yourself out of (with a lot of acrobatics – perhaps having taken years to achieve), and now with kids, they are dragging you (by the hair) back into those situations without you wanting to or having any control over it! They’re slowly and meticulously breaking down all your useful and effective safety strategies in life. Had not expected that one either.
Right now, I feel that anyone wanting to embark upon the parenting journey should get a clear, loud, cut-to-the-chase-no-bullshit warning of this kind:
Attention parents to be – before you have children please understand the following:
“When you have children, your life in general, will be royally screwed left right and center while simultaneously learning a few zen lessons on the way interspersed with small intervals of delirious unconditional love and joy. Your mileage may vary.”
I think that is about as honest and true as it can get.
Anywhoozies. I shan’t go on with the rant, because granted, earlier, Andy told me to ‘look out of the window’ and I saw a little Dylan with one of my baseball caps on his ridiculously pretty head and a red raincoat jumping into a ‘muddy puddle’ (which he keeps wanting to jump into, the ‘muddy’ bit being crucial – thanks peppa pig) and my heart skipped a beat (oh how devious and deceptive the romance) but I will say that the balance is sort of off at the moment.
There is much more emotionally draining face-melting drama than lighthearted muddy heart-beat-skipping fun and I’m grumpy about that. And guess what? I’m allowed to be grumpy. Even if -comparatively- I live a rich, luxurious, awesome, filled with love, moonbeam rainbow unicorns, sparkling, art-filled creative sort of life. I am grateful but I’m also grumpy. (If you’re wondering why I feel I have to justify my grumpiness; it’s the voices in my head – they tell me that I’m not allowed to complain).
So that is the status quo of a mum of one almost 3 year old and one almost 7 month old who is sleep-deprived and is also trying to run a full on business. This she does, however, with childcare support and a superstar husband but It’s STILL hard and crazy-making. And I personally don’t think I’m whinging or whining. I’m generally a pretty tough person. I’ve taken my fair share of bullshit in life and swallowed it with a smile, so I’m not one to complain easily. I usually just get on with stuff, but this parenting gig: it is mega tough. Not so much in a physical, practical sort of way, but much more in a ‘breaking you down psychologically’ sort of way.
It makes you doubt yourself and question your life values. It challenge your boundaries, it shakes up your sanity and foundations. It makes you fall over and over, it makes you have to start again from the beginning, again and again. You worry, you worry, you worry. What you thought you knew turns out you didn’t know. What you didn’t know turns out you really didn’t know! You’re vulnerable and shaky, confused and tired all over again.
There is no greater and harder thing than to be a parent. And to those of you who ‘been there and done that’: I bow down to you. For serious.
And of course I know it gets better and of course there are the delirious moments of unconditional love, joy and fun. And of course I worship the ground these two kids toddle and crawl on and of course I will love them forever and ever. And of course Dylan’s eyes are the most amazing colour I’ve ever seen and Elliot’s smile reduces me to a blubbering puddle of mushy love. Of course.
Okay, I know this post is already too long, but I don’t usually have a lot of time to write posts, so I’ll leave you with some other, random things about my life that are a bit less hysteria and drama. ;)
1. New art – I’m currently preparing a mini art lesson/ workshop on how to create this painting (kind-faced girls keep coming to me, like guardian angels :)) :
2. I’m really into trying out different braids lately, they’re so pretty!
3. Juicing continues to rock my life.
4. I made this pretty digital art print for you to print out and hang up and have a little dance with! :)
Just right-click on the image and choose ‘save target or link as’ for the high resolution version. :)
5. Another quick piece of art in progress:
6. I’m loving instagram. I’m ‘willowing’ there if you want to follow me! :)
7. I’m currently running a 10% discount on my art courses! Use the discount code: MOONBEAM77 upon check out and you’ll get 10& off! Yay! :) Go here: https://www.willowing.org/art-classes/
Moonbeams, that’s it for me for now.
Stay groovy, I’m gonna try to keep at this parenting gig as best I can! ;)