Motherhood can be extremely lonely.
No matter how much you cram into your diary and how many friends you have there are just some days when you feel like a lone ranger.
You sit there chatting away to your child and you are either met with silence or some kind of babbling mess.
I find myself saying “ooohh is that nice?”Or things like “wow look at you! Is that fun?” Like he’s going to turn around and be like “Yes mummy it’s fucking brilliant, I am having literally THE best day!”
It is obviously super important to speak to your child to help with their language development and conversational skills. BUT COME ON! I am talking a brick wall most days.
I guess it’s not all bad though. When he laughs at me or says Mama and claps his chubby little hands together, my heart melts and for a moment I forget he has no fucking idea what I am saying to him.
I shouldn’t wish the time away. I should enjoy the peace and quiet before the whys, ifs and buts start.
It won’t be long. I just have to push through the silence and keep phoning my friends for pointless adult conversations.
When I say adult…It’s nothing of the sort. Yesterday I phoned my friend who also has a small person and a medium to small person. The children were all being total nutters and shouting and laughing. We proceeded to do the same. 5 people, making a noisy mess. We sounded like lunatics. We couldn’t help but laugh. My friend said “This is literally how all of our phone conversations will be from now on.” LOUD!
I guess that was one way to break the silence!
Here’s HP…Completely ignoring me as per usual!