
Before having a baby, I made a LOT of promises to myself about the 'kind of woman' I would be once I gave birth.
I would keep exercising. I would keep my hair clean. There would certainly be no 'mum buns'.
I’d have stacks of coffee dates with the girls, and I certainly wouldn’t let my child’s sleeping habits affect my social life.
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I’d be one of those mums from the movies that wears cute silk pyjamas and moisturise my hands as I tuck myself into bed.
And most importantly? My sex life CERTAINLY would not suffer.
It is safe to say that I have not lived up to one single promise I made myself.
In fact, I LAUGH in the face of those promises, while I scrunch my hair up into a frizzy mum bun for the fifth day in a row and reschedule the social engagement I made with another mum friend that we’ve now cancelled 12 times.
We may catch up for a coffee when our sons start primary school in six years.
That seems manageable. Because instead of coffee dates, I have coffee stains. And these coffee stains (on most of my ugly but very comfortable flannel pyjamas) do not get in the way of me wearing said pyjamas multiple times before they get washed.