• Here’s the first of my one book a month posts, about The Year of …
  • The children’s rooms are my favourite in the house, as they can be as …
  • Hello! Here are five things to do in January… And my second regular Friday post, …
  • Hello! How was your Christmas? Happy New Year! Are your decorations still hanging on or …
  • On bad days, and why it’s OK to have them

    Baby swing

    Hands up who’s had one of those days recently?

    I had one this week. After a no sleep slow start it all kicked off in a whirlwind thirty minutes when everything seemed to spiral out of my grasp. We ran out of baby wipes and milk (no tea, the horror). The phone rang, the doorbell went. None of us were dressed, one of us happily refused to attempt it. We were, predictably, late for playgroup. And then there was a last-minute emergency baby nappy and entire outfit change just as we were about to leave, meaning we’d passed the point of even being strategically late for playgroup. There was a lot of noise. I was tempted to hide in the kitchen. It was definitely one of those one of those days, days.

    I don’t know why or how, but some days are just bad days. They just are, aren’t they? You know the sort. Where nothing and everything is wrong, and where none of it goes right. And it’s all a bit off, and it’s mostly all you.

    I think it’s easy to beat yourself up about bad days when you’re a parent and in the pursuit of modern parental perfection. But here’s the thing; everyone has bad days. And you don’t stop having bad days just because you have children. If anything, the deadening effects of lack of sleep and all the usual pressure cooker factors make it more likely.

    But it’s OK, I think. It’s OK because despite having babies, you’re still human. I wrote a while ago about ways to turn a bad day around, but I think the important thing is to be kind to yourself and know that a better time is just around the corner, be it the next minute or the next morning.

    In the end I did drag us out (a record playgroup lateness, even for us, but hey, we made it). The toddler held my hand and chatted happily away as we walked there, the baby chuckled and I breathed in the fresh air and felt the tension start to disappear. The first person I saw asked how I was, and I was tempted to answer with the usual ‘fine’ but instead said ‘we are having the worst day!’. And she grabbed my arm and said ‘we have those days all the time!’ Someone else agreed. And you know what? It didn’t feel quite so bad, and I didn’t feel quite so alone.

    And after it had finished it was gloriously sunny, so we went to the park, played on the swings. and the joy on the baby’s face as she went on a swing for the first time ever, while her sister pushed her, will forever remain etched in my mind. Not such a bad day, after all.


    1. April 17, 2015 / 9:52 am

      It’s crazy that we beat ourselves up over it isn’t it – we all had ad days at work pre children at yet somehow that doesn’t seem to come with the same emotional baggage

    2. April 17, 2015 / 10:56 am

      These days are so frequent I don’t class them as bad days anymore.. they are normal days. Oh I long for a good day 🙂

    3. April 20, 2015 / 2:43 am

      Yay for being honest about the naff days! You’re right, it’s so easy to say you’re fine when actually you’re not and admitting that makes you feel a bit better instantly! I took to instagram for a rant about how crap my Saturday was and so many people left a nice comment I felt a) normal and b) a bit better!

      glad the first time on the swings was a hit too!

    4. April 20, 2015 / 8:48 pm

      I know the bad days so well! I agree that it’s ok to have them, and it’s taken me ages, but I really try not to let them get to me or take them as markings of failure. I find getting out in the fresh air always makes them a little better. Great post lovely xx

    5. Pingback: Hey Huggies |

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published.