The last….month my mojo has really disappeared. I’m really trying to fake it ’til I make it but that gig is getting old….fast.
A week ago I moved a mattress into my lounge room because I’m too lazy to both go to bed and get out of bed. We’ve been eating so much ‘crap’ that mini man looks like he has a beer belly and I have one to match. In fact it’s probably why he’s been a turd lately…..all that processed shit. Mother of the year and all that. He could spot a bottle of vodka at 20 paces but ask him to point to a body part other than his nose and he’s screwed.
Some days if Mini Man wasn’t in nappies I don’t think I would leave the mattress. I don’t feel warm and fuzzies lately. I just feel inconvenience. Pretty sure that isn’t what you are meant to feel towards your child. I just don’t feel that bond. Haven’t for a while. Or ever. I just feel like I am going through the motions…doing what I think I ‘should’ be doing. I never post those ‘proud parent’ status’ because I’m not sure if I agree with them, or feel the same way. I can’t bring myself to tell the people who matter, so I just tell the interwebs….