Lazy Parenting Confession

Hi. My name is Holly and for the last few days, I’ve been a Lazy Mum.

We’ve not seen many friends. We’ve watched more Nick Jr than usual; the ‘Blaze and the Monster Machines’ theme tune is currently embedded into my every thought.  I’ve brought my son through in the night because I’ve been too tired to have the battle of ‘stay in your bed’. We’ve had two pyjama days. To top it off, housework and cleaning have not been on my radar, to the point where we’re starting to run out of clean clothes. Doing the bare minimum has been my option of choice.

What has shocked me most about this recent onset of bone idleness is that I’m not ashamed of my actions. There was a moment yesterday when I had a glimmer of guilt start seeping its way into my brain and then I managed to block that shit out. My laziness hasn’t had a detrimental effect on our wellbeing… although our hygiene levels maybe slightly lower than usual. Thinking about it, I had a day when I didn’t even brush my hair.

I genuinely believe that we mothers feel the need to keep on top of things all the time. We view ourselves as the fuel that keeps the family going, a juggler keeping multiple balls in the air. We can be looked on in awe by some or regarded as a basic clown by others. Whoever is spectating, the main challenge is to make it look effortless and to not drop any balls.  Ball dropping is embarrassing and clearly shows you’re not very good at juggling. Well, that’s what I used to think anyway…

I’m proud to say that I slam-dunked my balls on the ground this week.

I was tired. My son and I weren’t feeling very well and we needed to rest. I’ve realised there’s no shame in just chilling the hell out and slowing the pace down to appreciate sofa snuggles and quiet time. In fact, I feel closer to my son than I ever have. The distractions of daily life weren’t there to occupy my thoughts and it meant I focused on the little person my son is becoming. The way he potters around in his own little world, the new words he’s picking up every minute of the day, the adorable babble discussions he has with himself and our dogs. I witnessed every smile, every giggle and every weird little toddler antic. These are all things I’m aware of, even during the busiest days, but to have time to jump off the treadmill of chores and really absorb his character forming was the best thing I’ve done in a long time.

So here’s to postponing the usual, hectic circus that is our life and becoming the Ringmaster of laziness. You don’t always have to have a jam-packed day to have a good time.

Dressing gown on, hoover off.



2 thoughts on “Lazy Parenting Confession”

  1. Love this! I need to take a leaf out of your book and stop trying to keep all those balls up in the air. It helps no-one, it stresses me out and you miss out on those precious moments with your little one!

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