The battles of Mum


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The word "mum" conjures all sorts of images, from taking care of babies to coping with teenage tantrums on a daily basis. One of the problems I find though is that people who don't have children tend to imagine being a mum is "easy".

Ha! If only. 

As a mum we get up in a morning, don our protective "mum" armour, and brave the day of battles ahead of us.

The Battles

Wake up!

If, like me, you're the mum of a tween, tween-in-training, or even a teen, you know what I'm talking about. That's right ladies and gentlemen it's the first battle of every day; the wake-up call. You begin by telling them it's time to rise and before you know it you're screaming at the top of your voice, threatening them with a bucket of ice-cold water.

BP is awful first thing in the morning. I wake him at 6:50am, it's enough time to get ready for school and be out of the door by 7:50am. We've had this routine for a whole school year now and he still can't get up on time. Our arguments range from teary cries to all-out nuclear war. He just cannot drag his bottom out of bed, even when he's had an early night!

LP is slightly different, although I can see the beginnings of the tween in him. At 7 years old he jumps out of bed (sometimes) with a smile and is ready for the day. But there are some days when he doesn't want to get up and on those days I have to contend with two of them in grumpy moods. 

Thou shalt eat

Whether it's battling with a baby/toddler to get them to eat their breakfast or complaints from the children because you don't have their favourite cereal, you're at 7am (roughly) and you're already on battle number 2. Cereal ends up on the floor, toast is burnt, and drinks are spilled, all in an attempt to get their own way. 

I've had arguments about the wrong cereal, the wrong bread (BP hates brown bread), I've even had to argue about not having chocolate spread on toast! Like most children my boys love pancakes (think american) for breakfast but as they're usually covered in maple syrup I don't let them have pancakes very often, and this of course leads to complaints. 

You're wearing what?!

The usual battle is getting them dressed in the first place but you can also end up fighting about the state of trousers (or skirt), or that they put on the wrong clothes. Telling them to get changed (again) drops like an atom bomb and you hear huffs as they stomp their way back up the stairs.

If I had a penny every of time I've had to tell BP to get changed I'd be a millionaire. He's dressed in creased shirts, muddy trousers, and even attempted to go to school in trainers, and every time I have to tell him to get changed. This is, of course, my fault - if I hadn't told him to get changed then he'd have happily gone to school in those dirty clothes.

LP is not much different when it comes to getting dressed. He hates having to get changed and when I point out that the trousers are dirty or that he needs clean socks on he will shout "it's not fair!" and storm up the stairs to change. He's taking cues from his older brother!

Climbing Everest

Once the children are at school you'd think there were no battles until they arrived home but alas that's not the case. From the moment they leave the house battles of another kind begin. The first one to tackle is the washing mountain that has taken on Everest proportions even though the washing machine is on constantly. 

My washing mountain is something I fight with all the time. I have tried ignoring it which results in its growth, I've tried attacking it 4-5 times daily but the socks seem to multiply and attack me right back. The washing mountain is the bane of every mum's life.


No matter how many times you dust the window sills or the shelves they always end up dusty again a few days later. Leave it more than a week and the sides look like they've been left for years as the flies get caught in the growing cobwebs. 

I love looking at my window sills and shelves just after they've been dusted, they look so lovely. On occasion I've taken photos just to remember what they look like clean because in no time they'll look dirty again. Dust drives me mad, I hate the stuff. 

The Singles Attack

If you tackle the washing mountain you get attacked by socks and once those socks are clean they have to be paired again. With a basket full of unpaired socks you take over the lounge floor as you lay out each sock and try to put the pairs back together.

My basket of unpaired socks contains socks that have been 'single' forever and yet I still keep them. Why?! Pairing socks is one of those jobs I both love and hate, I like being able to pair the socks and put them away but when I'm left with more single socks than paired ones I feel like I'm wasting my time. And how is it the socks never come out of the washing machine in pairs when you put them in together? I swear the washing machine eats them!

Fighting the Inner Voice 

You get the washing mountain to less than Everest proportions, you've dusted the sides, and you've paired the socks. Now it's time for a coffee, a hot coffee. Yet you still have a battle on your hands, but this one is more internal. It's that nagging voice telling you you shouldn't be sitting to have a coffee, you should be mopping the kitchen floor or changing the bedding. Allowing yourself a minute to enjoy the peace while the children are at school results in a battle with yourself. Grr.

I'm not sure this one will ever be won. I feel guilty for having a minute to myself, even though I've spent the morning on my feet running around the house cleaning. I think about all the things I ought to be doing while the kettle boils. I plan my next job while I make the coffee. I wonder what jobs I'll do tomorrow while I drink my coffee. The guilt never goes away and even when you know you're entitled to a break you feel guilty for doing it.

The return of the little people

The children arrive home after school and what's the first thing they ask?

"What's for dinner?"

If you don't give the response they're looking for they bombard you with other suggestions that result in you feeling like you're wasting your time. Not only that but they then ask for snacks and sweets because they're "hungry". If you tell them no you're the worst mum in the world.

LP has started asking me about dinner on the way home from school and he even tries negotiating with me about snacks. He'll say things like "if you let me have some crisps I'll be good", needless to say this doesn't work. I am EVIL mum after all!

iPad Wars

You don't want your children to spend all evening on the consoles or tablets but you do want to let them have some down time. You set specific limits and expect them to be obeyed but as the limit is reached the negotiations and the "just one more minute" start.

Living in a "gaming" house this is the hardest thing to tackle. The Hubby spends most of his time looking at games for work and it's hard to explain to the boys that he is working. All they see is their dad playing games. I've had to deal with "just one more minute" and the throwing of console controllers as they have a temper tantrum.

The Hubby may work in the gaming industry but that doesn't mean the boys have to spend every spare second playing games. 

The Battle of Bedtime

After a tough day you're ready to get the children into bed so you can sit down and relax. The children however, have something different in mind. More negotiations, more temper tantrums, and more stress. 

BP goes to bed at 9pm and to him this is far too early for a 12 year old. Given that he can't drag himself out of bed in a morning I disagree and this is the cause of a few arguments. I've told him that as soon as he can get out of bed without being in a grumpy mood then he can go to bed later. It is yet to happen. 

LP is in an awkward stage - he's not tired at bedtime and likes to read, but he needs his sleep. LP loves playing football and being active which means he needs lots of energy. He goes to bed at 7:30pm but often ends up reading until past 8:30pm which means he ends up tired in a morning. I cannot stop him from reading (nor would I want to) so for the foreseeable future his bedtime will stay at 7:30pm.

The Guilt Trip

Whether you're at home all day, get to spend time with your children whenever you want, and don't have to go out to work OR you're at work all day, you get to talk to other adults and socialise, and you get to be you for at least half the day.


That's the message every woman gets from all angles. It SUCKS. The women who work all day feel guilty for working or not being able to be home for their children, and the women who stay-at-home feel guilty for not being the breadwinner

I have been a stay-at-home mum for more than 12 years, I have never been a working mum. I do however, understand that being a working mum is a tough job and you still have to do all the housework after coming home from work. None of us should feel guilty for our choices.

Finally, when the children are in bed and the chores are done you can relax. Tomorrow the battles start again.

What battles do you fight during your day?

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  1. hahaha! I fight all of these battles on a school day! lol
    During the holidays my biggest battle is to get everyone dressed....Not everyday can be a PJ day x

    1. haha, I know what you mean Kim. It's tough even getting them out of bed in the holidays!

  2. Lately, our biggest battles have occured during diaper changes. It is my job to strap a clean diaper onto a baby that is bouncing around insisting that she must reorganize all the creams and supplies next to the changing table. Why baby? Why? Half the time the diaper ends up sideways. #PoCoLo

    1. Haha, oh hun I feel your pain. I remember those battles! I'm sure you've tried but perhaps a toy on hand for the changing table might help? xxx

  3. Fabulous post - so much I can relate to - not least that guilty feeling. You're right though - it doesn't matter what you do that feeling follows you! Today I have been told that I am not welcome out with my HB and the kids - his way of telling me to take some time off guilt free!

    1. Ah Sharon that's so lovely. It's nice when the other half recognises that you need a break and makes you take one. It is so hard to let go of that guilt but we have to try our best! :)

  4. I'm tired just reading that! I might go and have a cuppa tea. True that we are too hard on ourselves, ever the guilt trip. I think boys just like being mucky too #pocolo

    1. Oh boys definitely like being dirty - no doubt about that! You wait until little Robot is bigger... the bigger the boy, the bigger the mess! ;)

    2. Calling back in from #familyfun! Yes reading this again still makes me tired! I can't wait!! Thanks for linking up 😀

  5. oh goodness, I don't know if I'm battling with the boy or myself #pocolo

  6. Oh god I thought my 3 year old was hard work lol! Great post #pocolo

    1. Thanks Laura. I'm sure your 3 year old is a lot of work - the work just changes as they get older. There's less tantrums (but there are some!) and toilet accidents and more arguments and washing! ;)

  7. been there, done all the above, today's battles now the kids have left home are cleaning up after the cat and dog ands still searching for hubbies odd socks

    1. haha, where do all those socks go to?!

  8. LOL so many mummy battles and so true Morgan. Loved this! You made me giggle as I can
    Identify with all of these. I can
    Also add flushing the loo! Drives me mad!!! Big lad always forgets 😉 Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime 🎉

    1. Oh boy yes! Both mine forget that too and it drives me nuts! xx

  9. So true! My LO is only 4 but she started school in September, and we are already having quite a few of these battles! #BestandWorst

    1. Oh I'm sorry to hear that Laura, I hope she starts to behave again soon! xx

  10. Gosh I could have written this myself (other than the teen, that is yet to come), you've literally described my life haha. Thanks for linking up #bestandworst

  11. Argh the guilt is the absolute worst and I don't think we'll ever be rid of it. Yep it's definetly like going into battle with the little ones isn't it. Ironically your battles seem much the same as mine - and mine are 1 and 2!! Oh god it's never going to be me is it. The getting out of the house, the eating meals, even blooming iPad wars have started, yes really! Goodness what's it going to be like in 10 years time. Oh well thanks for the warning...for warned us forarmed lol! Thanks for sharing at #familyfun

    1. Haha, yep the battles last a while! ;) Oh well, at least when we're grandparents we can laugh at our children as they cope with the battles! :D

  12. I struggle getting up myself let alone getting the girls up ready for school! #familyfun

  13. Morgan I laughed out loud at the wake up battle as we have the same nuclear war scenario everyday with my 17 year old and it has been going on for 7 years and the same one about going to bed earlier if he needs more sleep. The other one I totally hate is the "What's for dinner?" and the moans if it is not what they want. Now I just lie when they ask the question. It seems kids are the same the world over. #familyfun

    1. Oh gosh yes, the "what's for dinner?" drives me mad too. I guess I've still got a few years of the morning battles then?!?


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