Nobody saw you...

THERE'S a lovely post doing the rounds on Facebook at the moment. "Nobody Saw You". A tribute to mums for all that they do that no one gives them credit for. The little things that go unnoticed for the most part. You can find the original post here - loads of my mum friends have posted it. http://www.likereallifeblog.com/2016/06/22/nobody-saw-you/ I couldn't help but write my own version of Nobody Saw You because every day in life I utter to myself: "Thank God nobody saw that."

Here goes: 

Nobody saw you,

nobody at all

at 3am when

they woke again

and you whispered fuck

and rolled over and pretended not to hear them, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Nobody saw you

picking up the peas

and putting them back on their plates.

The 5 second rule is still applicable to kids, right?

Nobody saw you taking the uniform out of the laundry basket

giving it a sniff and wiping it with a damp cloth 

because you forgot to put a wash on over the weekend again.

Nobody saw you picking snot from their noses because you forgot the tissues,

Or lifting the log of poop out of her nappy with a wipe and flushing it down the loo because you forgot to bring a spare nappy.

Nobody saw you when you said you couldn't find the paintbrushes and turned on Paw Patrol instead because you really can't be bothered cleaning up gloops of paint again. 

Nobody saw you thinking "oh fuck it" and letting them wear the same underwear for two days in a row because you're running late and they don't want to wear the blue ones today mammy.

Nobody saw you losing it and shouting your head off at them when you promised yourself that you'd try to have more patience. 

Nobody saw you give them Weetabix for dinner because they're not going to bastard eat the lovely chickpea stew you had in mind anyway are they?

Nobody saw them fall down the last few steps because you were busy looking at someone's new jeans on their Snapchat story.

Nobody saw you skipping pages in the bedtime story because you really can't be fucked reading about The Gruffalo or Stickman again. 

Nobody saw you doing a half assed job of brushing their teeth last night because you knew the takeaway would be arriving soon and you wanted to sit down with a glass of wine. 

Nobody saw you, thanks be to God. I'd die a death sometimes if the realities of my motherhood were exposed for all to see. Oh wait...