Rock star! Who ME?

I recently came across a post on Facebook claiming that being a parent is like being a rock star, so I decided I’d give it a read and I must admit that a few of the reasons they gave did resonate with me and motherhood! I think the first one that stood out was the one about how my name, or rather the name my kids call me “mummy” is not spoken but screamed out on a regular basis! This is very true, it doesn’t seem to matter where I am in the house my name is being screamed out, OH yeah I am in high demand, my popularity is seriously out of this world!

The second one I was forced to agree with was that someone is always pulling on my clothes, so true! I couldn’t tell you how many of my lovely knits have been pulled out of shape, or how many times my poor husband has had his pants pulled down, I can even recall a torn pocket on his shorts, yep even dad’s are rock stars! My son also tends to have a fetish for putting his head up my dress in public, I was standing chatting to an old friend I ran into a few weeks back when suddenly his head was up my dress and my underwear was on display, seriously embarrassing, I guess on the bright side I was wearing underwear.

Number 3 rock star resemblance was the statement “am I tripping, or did I really just see that?” I think all parents can relate to this one, our children tend to do the weirdest and wackiest things that do tend to leave us questioning whether we (or perhaps them,) are on some kind of psychedelic drug. Like did I really see my son drawing on my kitchen tiles, did my daughter really dress the dog in that outfit, and OH my gosh is that my son carrying around a piece of poop, NO couldn’t be, I must be on something, right?

Number 4 was all about entertaining a noisy crowd, again I can tick this one, I am always entertaining a noisy crowd, although I feel less like a rock star and more like a clown doing a juggling act when it comes to this one.

Finally the one I can really relate too, that is my groupies following me to the bathroom! Yep no privacy for me. From the time my eldest could crawl I was being followed to the bathroom and everywhere else around the house. Even now she is ten and a half she is still following me to the bathroom. My morning shower also involves me receiving several visits from several groupies. I guess it is nice to be popular, but a relaxing shower, or a private trip to the loo would also be nice thanks! You could tell me to lock the door, but this just seems to inspire a bunch of screaming children at the door waiting for me to get out of the bathroom because they desperately have to tell me something that really, truly can not wait!!!!!!

So yes I am a rock star, an awesome, fabulous rock star who entertains, appears to be taking drugs, gets my name screamed out loudly all day long, I am followed wherever I go, and have my knickers displayed in public! Sounds like a rock star to me!