Fuck I can’t keep up with this thread and I have small children so I can’t reply to everything and I’m just going to bulk reply here 🫠
Shoes: I buy my oldest labelled shoes (Nike, adidas, converse, vans, etc.) and they get handed down to the next child. I only buy in sales so they’re less than $100 a pair but so far they last better than cheap brands and we’ve been able to get more than one child out of them.
Gender disappointment: I always thought I’d have a little girl. I was a dancer (tap, not pole
) and thought my little girl would follow in my footsteps and compete the way I did and I couldn’t wait for the adorable outfits and mummy matching clothes. I’m a boy mum, we are done having kids and they’re all boys. I cried for days with each 20 week gender scan because I’d never have that dream fulfilled. I’m over it now and couldn’t picture life without the chaos, but gender disappointment is a thing and it’s ok to admit that you wished for one over the other. The only time it’s NOT ok is when you don’t get over it and you resent your babies …. It’s not their fault they were born that gender so don’t take your shit out on them
Perfect life facade: fuck me kids are hard. My second absolutely tipped our world upside down and I have had postnatal depression for the better part of 3 years now. I’ve had to go under various counselling services just to keep going for my babies. The house is a tip, I look like death walking, we eat hash browns and chicken nuggets more often than I’ll admit, my car is not clean, I can’t remember the last time I did any self care for myself, I cut my own hair because I don’t have time to go to a salon, I haven’t vacuumed the mailbox since we’ve lived in this house and it’s home to several generations of spiders, the gardens are overgrown, there’s leaves on our lawn (I know. We are DISGUSTING), I haven’t done my makeup since my first child was born, and I’m still wearing my maternity clothes because they are peak comfort and I’ve stopped giving a fuck. If Simone keeps up the perfect facade with this second child I might actually scream. She’s doing more damage with that facade than she realises and it’s fucking gross to keep making other mums feel so inferior. It must be exhausting pretending to have your shit together every day.
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