Chaos, Kids, and Daydreams
My household is a circus, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Let’s start with my eldest: 14, full of teenage angst, and has just discovered deodorant (finally!). He’s also my kickboxing champ, which means I spend my weekdays with his dad ferrying him to practise. Then there’s my 8-year-old bundle of energy, my inner child the child I wanted to be and always one biscuit away from a sugar rush that could power a small city. He’s also my little footballer, with endless matches and muddy kits that need constant washing. And lastly, my partner – my third child. We’ve been together for over 20 years, but he’s still the biggest kid of the lot. If he’s not losing his head, he’s got his head in the fridge, looking for the beer that’s right in front of him. Bless him.
The Delicate Balance
Being a working mum is both a blessing and a curse.
It means I can be there for school runs and sudden “Mum, I need a costume for school tomorrow” panic attacks. But it also means I’m constantly battling the urge to ignore my emails and binge-watch Netflix. Trying to work with the kids yelling in the background or my partner asking where his socks are – it’s a miracle I get anything done.
Keeping the Young-at-Heart Spirit Alive
Despite the madness, I still feel like a teenager trapped in an adult’s body. I refuse to let go of the youthful spirit that makes life fun. Whether it’s embarrassing my boys with my dance moves (they’ll thank me one day) or dreaming of running off with Post Malone – who, by the way, is my guilty pleasure. Tattoos, grunge, and all – he represents that rebellious streak that never quite left me.
Don’t worry, it’s all in good fun. I’m not about to pack my bags and leave for a rock star’s tour bus. Or am I?
Conclusion: Embracing the Chaos and Laughing Along the Way
So here I am, 39, with 40 in sight. I’m trying to hold onto that 18-year-old spirit while managing the beautiful chaos of my life. It’s not always easy, but it’s always an adventure. Whether I’m mediating a fight over the Xbox, answering the hundredth “Mum!” of the day, or just sneaking a quiet moment to daydream about tattooed rock stars, I’m learning to embrace it all. Because at the end of the day, age is just a number, and you’re only as old as you feel. And right now, I feel fabulously 18 – with a few extra laugh lines and a lot more love to give. Cheers to that!
Lovely family! God bless them❤🙏
Thanks mate but by the sound of it she’s gonna leave me for post malone lol 😂