I completely dropped my parenting bundle this morning as we scrambled to look half-way decent for school photos.
Which, I might add, are a complete rip-off and next year I’m planning on sending in a drone to take some shots to save myself a cool $100.
Today’s hoo haa was about hair and now I am the worst mother in the world because I don’t devote time to watching YouTube videos to learn funky styles.
What can I say, hair has never been my thing.
I present to you Exhibit A, a flashback to when I had a semi-perm put in my hair. (and skied in jeans because SO COOL).
As for my daughter we do the simple pony tail every day with the occasion plait when nits are abound in the classroom.
However, on special days like class photos, when mums with mad skills create elaborate designs, my daughter gets a bun. And a pretty basic one at that.
This morning I was lamenting the humidity, it’s been raining for almost a week and the frizz level is out of this world.
As I yanked and pulled my child’s hair and screamed and moaned, she made quite a cutting comment about my lack of prowess in the hair department.
It’s the first of many I’m sure as we’re in the THICK of the tween girl stage right now. Those of you who’ve been there or are in it also, you know what I’m talking about.
Hormones are starting to race, independent is being tested out and the amount of attitude being chucked about could sink a ship.
In fact next year during the Commonwealth Games here on the Gold Coast there is a new sport, eye rolling. And my daughter came first during the qualifiers.
But a wispy bun was created, threats of hair cutting ensued and I let out a frustrated noise that scared one of my other kids. Not pretty folks.
So we got to school, kids were dispelled to their three different classrooms and I got in the car and said out loud to myself ‘bloody annoying kids’.
And look some days that’s just the way it is. Parenting is a complete pain in the butt. No sugar-coating it.
Yes yes grateful police, I am grateful and so privileged to have three wonderful healthy children. But some days I downright resent parenting.
It’s relentless, especially when you’re a career insomniac. However, we muddle through doing the best we can, and if that means less-than-perfect hair styles then so be it.
I’m not going to spend today watching videos on how to create beautiful up styles.
My strengths don’t lie in doing everything to please my children. But sometimes I do go above and beyond, for example yesterday there was a Japanese Festival at our school.
We went to the fabric shop, found some material and came up with the below creations. It wasn’t perfect, but it was an effort.
Last week we had to find orange things for our kids to wear for anti-bullying day and the week before it was rainbow day where each year had to wear different colours.
I want school uniform day.
So what if I can’t do hair, I’m certainly not going to start just to keep up with the Joneses (love you Cat and girls).
Best my children learn that we all have our strengths and there will always be someone ahead, behind and beside them in life.
Now I’m off to spend the day writing, something that I am proficient in. Sure it doesn’t give my daughter anything to show off about at school, but it gives her trips away.
It also gives her experiences and oh so much more ‘stuff’ that what I had. And I won’t apologise for not being like other mums.
She’ll have to learn the hard way that you can’t always get what you want. “But if you try sometime you find. You get what you need”.
Just keep swimming fellow parents, and don’t feel bad if you hate parenting at times. It’s both a blessing and a curse and that’s the truth.
It doesn’t make you a shitty parent if you’re not all butterflies and violins, sometimes you’re mozzies and recorders and that’s okay too.