The social media world has been at it again.

For those who live under the rock next to mine, there has been a 10-day challenge doing the rounds on the Book of Faces. It was a challenge to post a picture every day for 10 days representing a day in the life of being a mum. The photos were to be posted without a single explanation and then you had to nominate somebody to take the challenge with you.

It has been a lovely little stroll down memory lane seeing what some of my Facebook friends shared of their life as a mum. What I noticed though, was that my visual representation of being a mum conjured up something else besides those I was viewing. Sure, I visualised the little squishy baby shots and the family moments, happy holiday snaps, along with the youthful selfies I took with my babies when I was wrinkle-free and had a lot less Hooch in my Mumma.

But because I’m a notorious whinger and like to share an alternative viewpoint, I’ve been trawling the archives and I’ve also collected a few recent images that represent my experience of motherhood.

I can’t stick to the “no explanation” either. There will be commentary.

There may also be poo.

You have been warned…

Here are my top 10 pictures of a day in the life of being a mum.

Ah.. this is where it all begins. A most treasured photo. Also a treasured time when they didn’t answer back or complain about what I gave them for dinner.

Then this happened…. a LOT.

*photo cred – Catherine Leo Photography*

Then it would stop by doing this. I did nine years of this. NINE. I deserve some kind of boob medal surely?

WARNING… POO SHOT.

Dealing with your offspring’s poo doesn’t stop once they are out of nappies.

Laundry. Always odd socks. Boring. Never ending. Enough said.

This is the time our 8 year old rises in the morning to sneak out to the lounge room and watch Netflix. He used to sing and play the piano, so things are looking up.

Total disregard for toothpaste extraction techniques.

It wouldn’t be motherhood without witnessing some WWE action. These are still shots from a video I took. I like to make them re-watch their fights and workshop some ideas for the next round. Good times.

These three spunk rats made me a mum. They have also made me equally bonkers and happy. I’ve cried with pride and cried with frustration. They’ve worried me, worn me out, made me laugh and feel ecstatic all within the same day.

Ah motherhood….‘Tis not for the faint hearted.

Cheers mums.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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