Mummy Martyrs

Thank goodness it is Friday!
Believe me when I say I love what I do and I made the choice to balance working,  being a mummy ( very thankful for our gifts) and a wife of a fifo husband.
But I’m really feeling it at the moment.  I’m tired and my whole body hurts.

I have been a mummy for 23 years in May which is nearly half my life. I thank God for the gift of our 5 kids every day.
It has taken me years to realise that I can’t be a good Mum and wife if I don’t look after myself. For a long time I was the mummy martyr soldier.  Doing everything then whinging to Mr T & T about my exhaustion.  The whinging wife (do you know her?) because shameful to admit it was me.  For years I was told to take some timeout for me by Mr T & T and friends.

Unfortunately mummy martyrs get sick as well and when your balancing work,  parenting and being a fifo wife the walls can come crashing down with a bang.
This Mummy Martyrs found out the hard way last year when our Miss Moo had a long run of illnesses that always seemed to happen when Mr T & T was away. I soldiered on until I became very ill at the same time as Miss Moo was recovering from the flu.  I didn’t ask for Mr T & T to come home I soldiered on until he came home and I crashed.
Medical advice finally conquered all and my pride was crushed as I was told that I had to slow down and make changes if I wanted to be here to see my beautiful kids grow up.

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What a slap in the face that was.  How the hell was I going to make changes.  Who would do all the jobs I did, as Henny Penny said ‘The sky is falling ‘,  or in my case it was going to fall.

Long story cut short as it was a journey that saw Mr T & T and my older kids disarm me and force me to stand down from my post and fast forward to this week and changes that have been made.
Yesterday I snuck off after work before anyone could catch me and before picking Miss Moo up to get a neck,  shoulder and feet massage.  Being the cheapskate I am I went to the local Chinese massage place and it was great.  I came out minus the headache I had carried for the last week and not clenching my teeth.
Today B1 is coming over to play with Miss Moo while I get a much needed haircut ( time to control the fluffy fro) and on Sunday I am going to the movies with a friend.

Yes I have a long list of jobs to get done but I’m taking some time to unravel and step back from my post so that I can be a better Mummy.

Nagging self doubts,  you can take a hike.  My Mummy comrades I hope you get to take a breather no matter how small.  Most of all if you need help ask for it ( it’s ok to)  and if you don’t get it shout.  Over and out.

Enjoy the moments

Jules 💜

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8 thoughts on “Mummy Martyrs

  1. Good for you. Self care is SO important and it’s not selfish. In fact, it’s essential and I don’t know why we let others make us feel guilty or worse, why we make ourselves feel guilt about it!! Still, easier said than done – I forget a lot!
    Remember, martyrs die. That’s kind of the definition. Let’s be warriors (who get nice hair and massages and some time out here and there)! xo

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  2. Hello there. You are so right self care is so important – it took me a long time to realise that but now that I factor taking care of myself into my time too everything else seems better as well. ( I like the local Chinese massage place to – no bookings required!).

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  3. OMG! I’m just at the end of doctor ordered two weeks off work to rest before I burn out – work isn’t the problem it’s the travelling husband, the teens with no license and the fact that I chose to live my ideal life out of town meant I martyred myself because I felt I’d made life complicated for the rest of them! I’ve decided to ask for part time work and stop trying to push myself into a nervous breakdown! So glad to discover it’s not just me though – thanks! X

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