When I’m a Mum I won’t …. if I was the Mum I’d make sure …. when I’m a Mum I’ll always do …. when I’m a Mum you’ll never see me …. If that was my child … have you Heard those sayings before? I totally used to say that crap. I would judge Mums all the time with their babies or children, like I actually knew what the hell being a Mum was about. I feel like a bit of a cocky bell end for being so judgemental over things I had absolutely no clue about. I mean, I have opinions and I don’t always agree with how someone looks after their children, the choices they makes for them but at the end of the day I realise how bloody hard it is to be a Mum. I don’t shout at the boys at the top of my voice in the street. I might scream inside my head but I manage to keep my shit together, even when I am one step away from throwing myself on the floor and crying because I’ve had enough. I have seen people stare at me when I’m trying to juggle a pushchair, Elliott asking for every single sweet he sees, Toby pulling everything off the shelves, putting them back and carrying 14 things in between. I have heard the people inwardly saying – if that was my child … if I was the parent … when I’m a Mum ….! Well when you become a parent, come back and find me, let me know how well you are ‘killing it’ because I’m telling you, this shit isn’t as easy as it looks.