“Mum it’s the wedding day” are the words that greeted me yesterday morning at 6:15am when I got up with my two boys (5 and 2). I’d been up since 5am and had little sleep all night due to coughing up my lungs. But I left my husband sleeping in bed (I was feeling guilty for coughing all night and disturbing him).
“Mummy are you excited?” “Yes of course”. Whilst inside I was thinking I feel horrendous, my voice is barely back after laryngitis, my chest hurts and I just want to crawl into bed. Add the anxiety thrown in of all the peopling I will have to do; can’t wait!
So here is my day:
1. A two year old is always right?
Having an early lunch I say to the boys “after lunch we will get ready. In the church we need to be really good and quiet. ”
My 2 year old screams “no mummy, we are not going to church we are going to a wedding”
I try and explain that the wedding is in the church and the dancing he is looking forward to will come later in the evening.
What was the point? Don’t try and reason with a 2 year old. It never works. He just kept shouting:
“No we are not going to church but the wedding. I WANT TO GO TO THE WEDDING!”
2. Getting ready and out of the house.
I ask the boys to play whilst I get my make up on. 5 mins that’s all I wanted. I have perfected the ‘that’ll do’ in my own looks department. Mascara was interrupted by “come see my dance moves.”Eyeshadow was disturbed by screaming as the eldest jumped on the youngest. Lipstick nearly got applied before “mummy I did a poo” (in my pants).
The next half hour took a rather chaotic turn:
- I got boy boys changed and ready whilst my husband sorted himself. I mostly said “stay still” on repeat.
- Now ready the oldest decided to put a hanger through my tights.
- The two boys ran around at my feet whilst I tried to pull my dress over my head.
- The eldest got threatened “you are not coming to this wedding” probably 10+ times.
- Me and my husband snapped and shouted at each other over how to parent!
- I polished the eldest shoes whilst they were on his feet as I noticed they were brown not black seconds before we went out the door.
- Youngest got snot on the eldest’s trousers.
- Husband has started the car but I’m still sat on the stairs not being able to do up my own shoes.
3. The wedding at the Church
For the first 20 mins (before the wedding began) the eldest clung to me, hid under my jacket and pulled down the front of my dress (always a great one to show the self harm to the whole world). He is majorly sensitive and anxious in social situations (just like his mum).
Through the ceremony I felt like a broken record, whispering “stop it” “don’t do that” “stand still”. The pew in front of us was pushed and pulled in all directions (lucky no one was on it). The knee rest went flying in all directions. I was hugged, pulled, kissed, asked can I have something to eat and is it over yet, several times.
However during the final hymn there was one of those wow mummy moments. Both boys (stood on the pew) hugged into me and each other and stood their cuddling for the whole of the hymn. Bliss. Moment to treasure.
Whilst the register was being signed I turned to my youngest child’s god mother to have a chat. Obviously not acceptable in the mind of my two year old. I got told off “mummy stop talking”.
4. The wedding reception
“Mummy can I go there?”
“Mummy can I have this?”
“Mummy can I have something to eat?”
“Mummy can I run around?”
Mum mind goes into overdrive. Where are they? What are they doing? Who are they upsetting? Are they safe? Are they being well behaved?
I always struggle with the fine line in parenting between letting your children have fun and hoping they don’t cause chaos or upset anyone else.
Dancing, running, colouring, full on wrestling, chasing each other, hiding behind curtains! A tantrum about not having a colouring book, a tantrum about not wanting to eat, a tantrum about sitting at the table. So much could possibly go wrong.
“They are boys, it’s perfectly normal- it only gets worse” people say! Heaven help me!
5. The disco
My boys are divas! They definitely take after their dad! With their pyjamas on. The lights dimmed. The disco lights circling and the music blaring my two are lording over the dance floor. Complete freedom. Not a care in the world for them. Just expressing themselves however they wish. Watching them, joining with them- such joy!
6. Being a mum
My boys are my world. They may: pull me in every possible way, test my patience and exhaust me but they are the light of my life. My joy. I am so proud of them. I love them both for their special quirks and characteristics. I wouldn’t change a moment.
And boys I do try my best. It’s the hardest job in the world being a mum but also the most rewarding.