The Beauty Of Having Kids.
Each and every phase has its own milestones, challenges and achievements. The baby and toddler phase, where each small thing is a huge step for them, and as they grow more and more, each step may be small for them, but a huge achievement for us.
I feel ever so lucky (do I?) to be experiencing both at the same time. I have a son who is 2 and a half (‘The TERRIFIC Two’s’ some call it?) and a teenage daughter whom I am watching turn into this amazing young woman.
I know what you are thinking: here we go again with the perfect story of this perfect mother with her perfect kids who is wearing a pretty dress and flawless make up, wearing stiletto heels (which look surprisingly comfortable), kissing her kids good bye as she escorts them to school.
LOL good one.
I don’t like the fact that his main goal in life is to ensure that I can NEVER go to the bathroom alone.
Terrific? More like Terrible
Terrific Two’s? Nope! There is actually very little that is terrific about them (sorry it is the truth). TERRIBLE is the correct term, oh and also TERRIFYING.
I don’t like my son when whatever I tell him he answers ‘No’ to.
I don’t like him when I see a car flying towards my face when he doesn’t like what I say.
I don’t like the fact that his main goal in life is to ensure that I can NEVER go to the bathroom alone.
I wish I could run off to my spare bedroom when he decides that 11pm is the perfect time to start jumping on my bed, or to torment our dear pets, or to throw our clean laundry on the floor, or to poop, eat, drink, play, run, read or fight. Anything but sleep! If any other mum manages to tolerate all the above with a smile, you deserve a medal but me? I am seriously losing it.

And then the crux of it all. Obviously Mum understands nothing, knows nothing, feels nothing…
Teenage angst
And then on the other hand you have my lovely hormonal 16-year-old.
Such a fun age, where she gets all the fun and I get the rest: The never-ending moaning of not having any clothes to wear, even though a whole room is dedicated to her clothes.
The endless list of make-up items I have never heard of.
The appointments, taxi-driving, going out. And those are the fun things.
Then there is school. The endless dilemma of what she is going to do with her life, what subjects to choose, where in the world to travel. Me trying to explain to her that at 16, she doesn’t need to know exactly what she is going to do with the rest of her life.
And then the crux of it all. Obviously Mum understands nothing, knows nothing, feels nothing, and the cherry on the cake: ‘I thought you loved me!’ (Oh the drama!).

I am not shy to say it, I choose restaurants where kids are not allowed.
When some miracle happens and I am enjoying a night out without kids, I don’t want your kids bothering me. I don’t care if you call me insensitive, I don’t want mine with me either.
I would love to actually start and end my meal, just one meal, without stopping for their needs.
So when I am trying to pee with my son stuck to one leg asking me why I don’t have what he has, while my yorkie is watching me to make sure I don’t escape, and my daughter is shouting from the other room, asking me about whether she should choose philosophy or psychology at 6th form. At that particular moment, no, I don’t really like my kids and really and truly, I just want to be alone.
I would like to have my coffee hot. I would like to not have to study at 2am. I would love to actually start and end my meal, just one meal, without stopping for their needs.
And you know what? It’s okay! I am okay with not liking my kids all the time, because I love them ALWAYS no matter what.

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This post was written by buzymummy.com guest contributor Lynn McCormick.
Lynn is a 35 year-old mum of two who works in finance and (in her own words) was crazy enough to start reading for her ACCA in 2016. “I promised myself that 2017 will be about me: taking care of the family AND me. To celebrate this, I even got myself a tattoo that i have been wanting for 20 years!” We say you go girl!
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