5 Things I Really Need To Get Over (And Maybe You Do Too?)

So, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. College is over and I have a LOT more free time. I don’t do free time. I don’t like it. I obsess over things. You might have noticed I’m having a serious bout of writers block and spend a lot of time sulking that I don’t have anything interesting to say anymore. 
Time to calm my tits. ๐Ÿ‰ ๐Ÿ‰. So here are ten things I really do need to consider chilling the f out about: 

1.

Comparing my children to others. This one I’ve mastered with Tilly. She is one of a kind and dances to her own beat. Arlo is a neurotypical (fancy word for does not have special educational needs) and I’m getting a bit too obsessed about what other children his age are upto. He never does as he’s told, screams blue murder when he doesn’t get his own way and is generally a bit of a tyrannical arsehole. Why is every other kid in the cafe sat eating nicely whilst mine puts on a tragic performance worthy of the West End about sodding chicken nuggets. I’ve simply decided to accept my child is an arsehole and will just eat his nuggets for him in future, ungrateful swine. 
2.
Every now and again I go through a real slump in my self image. My current hang ups are that I don’t like any of my clothes, my hair is boring, my make up skillz are sub par and I have no clue on accessorising. I’m feeling a bit frumpy and boring and really need to stop foaming at the mouth with jealousy at all the fabulous embroidered blouses and pompoms I’m seeing all over instagram. Time to get over it. I’m built like a Viking, if I wore an embroidered blouse, instagram models would glamp under me. 

3. 
Another whingefest of mine at the moment is that everyone else seems to have their shit together whilst I’m winging it precariously through life wondering when everyone is going to cotton onto me not being a proper grown up. I know full well that the rest of you are secret giant children too… but still I grump on. All of my friends are getting married and engaged and have lovely sofas… I can’t persuade my husband to divorce me and my sofa smells of dog and wee.
4.
Bloody instagram. It started as a joke, I wanted free clothes and to take wanky flat lay photos… now I’m obsessed with instagram mum bloggers and don’t understand why my instagram following is so small. Who doesn’t love looking at pictures of my stupid dog and my brunch? I really do need to get over my instagram hump. I bleat on all the time about how stupid it is to believe the instaperfect glow… but I really need a fancy wall to pose in front of and I really need free clothes from Zara. 
5. 
This is probably the biggest one. I need to get over my FOMO fear of missing out. I sit on my smelly dog and wee soaked sofa in my pyjamas and look through my Facebook and bloody instagram and see all these lovely weddings and dinners and parties. FOMO is in full force. The most stupid part of that is that I LOVE sitting on my smelly sofa in my pjs watching Netflix. 

So there you have it, five things I really do need to build a bridge and get over. Have a word. ๐Ÿ‰. 

6 thoughts on “5 Things I Really Need To Get Over (And Maybe You Do Too?)

  1. I can assure you you’re not alone with these thoughts! It’s taken me 11 years to accept that my youngest child, is in fact, an arseholes! She is ! But I accept it. I also have a husband who wont divorce me and i too do not feel like a grown up….still. Luckily for you, you’re still young……i’m 40 lol ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

  2. Really loved this blog Hana! Honest and entertaining! I’m not even a Mum yet and I can still relate to your authentic reviews of motherhood – though plenty of bits in this one that we all catch ourselves doing from time to time!

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