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Keeping it real – when you want them all to just shut up.

Right moms, lets be real for a moment. We have all had those moments where we just want them all to SHUT UP!

Yes, I know shut up is a bad word. I do try to avoid tell my children to shut up, of course I do because I do try to be a good mom. But there are moments when you just need a moment of SILENCE to figure out what you are trying to do or on a bad day where the hell you are.

Let me explain what let up to my shut-up moment.

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A few mornings ago, I woke up as I was about to fall out of my own bed. Emma, bless her little cotton socks, found her way into our bed (again) and being the little cherub, she is, pushes David and I to the farthest corners of our own bed in our own room, so that she has enough space to sleep comfortably.

After wiping the sleep out of my eyes and while contemplating how many clients I need to be able to afford a king size bed I went to make some coffee. Oh, look the milk is finished (again). Coffee made I attempt to get back into bed to enjoy my first cup of coffee of the morning. Emma, still blessing her gorgeous little face, has other plans and as I attempt to sit down on my side of the bed she lets out blood curdling howl that wakes the neighbors, the dead and pretty much anyone in a 100-mile radius. Turns out I can’t enjoy my first cup of coffee sitting comfortably on my side of my bed. Nope, instead I get to sit balancing half off the bed. I can’t put my legs out straight because Lucy has decided she needs a spot on the bed as well and is now fake sleeping like she is dead. So, there I am scrunched up in a position my yoga instructor would be proud of trying to drink my coffee.

Guys it is not even 5h30 yet and I am questioning all my life choices.

I finally get my balance, take that first sip when Jack walks in. He starts telling me (for the 521381 time) about his friend who had his eye cut out or something equally disturbing (I think). Once that story is done, he inhales and starts with the next story, which is equally long winded and didn’t seem to have a point.

Then he starts asking me when I am going downstairs. Why am I not going now? He wants to watch something and can’t put it on himself so needs me to go downstairs so when am I going to go downstairs? Now? Am I going now? How much coffee do I still have to drink? Why am I still in bed? NO Cameron can not put his show on, it must be ME?

I do what any mother would do. I down my coffee. Unfold myself and go downstairs.

There is no coming back from going downstairs in my house in the mornings. NONE!

Putting the TV on is not as simple as you may think. Not in our house anyway.

What do you want to watch Jack?

What is there?

Pretty much the same thing that was there yesterday.

Ok, well let me see what I want to watch. Go across, down, up, to the left, right two, down three…….no not that. I want to watch Word Game (which incidentally is the SAME THING HE ALWAYS PICKS)

Right that’s done, now for breakfast.

I am making egg for breakfast.

Jack: I don’t want egg, what else is there


Me: Jack there is cheese toast!



I make egg for Jack, he eats the egg. Fortunately, once food is placed in front of him he is less resistant and generally eats.

I head upstairs to get changed but am stopped by Emma who is naked, still howl howl scream screaming. She needs tea and egg and clothes. She can not get her bottle, clothes or wait to eat at school. It must all happen NOW and I must make it happen NOW.

As soon as I have the bottle in one hand, a pair of panties in the other, toddler hanging on my leg and 6 year old yelling there is a problem with his show that Kiara asks me to please sign her book or something. I am not sure because of the bottle, panties and toddler.

I do inform her that David, her father, can in fact write and even sign stuff. She seems genuinely shocked.

Cameron, reading the room like a champion, asks me if he can straighten his hair and to please remember to get him more oil for his skin.

Enter David, not wanting to be left out of the chaos, asking me if I have seen his shorts or the nail clipper or something I have not touched, worn or have any knowledge of.

So, let’s just recap for those people still reading.

I have five people all trying to talk to me at the same time. I have pretty much had at least 2 people talking to me (or at me) non-stop for the past hour.

It is roughly at this point that I want them ALL TO SHUT UP!

Just for a minute. Just so I can fix Jack’s show, find Emma the right pair of panties, sign Kiara’s book, nod in Cameron’s direction and make a note to come back to the hair straightening topic and find Davids running shorts.

This happens pretty much every morning. Most mornings I can deal with it but some mornings I CAN NOT! The noise gets suffocating. Someone constantly needing me gets overwhelming. The whining feels so loud my ears actually ring for days.

Despite that – Emma got dressed. Jack watched his show. I signed Kiara’s book. Cameron got his oil (jury still out on the whole straightening thing) and David went for a run (in some shorts, not sure if they were black) AND I was extremely happy when I dropped them all off and finally enjoyed a hot cup of coffee with my bum on my bed! 

I am giving you all permission to have a shut up moment guilt free!

Disclaimer: No children were told to shut up during this incident.

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  1. Jess
    12 January, 2018 / 9:01 am

    I loved this, I mean I felt for you with every inch of my being and I totally understand! Well done for not saying Shut up, I told Aiden to shut up twice these holidays and it’s only the 12 th day of the New Year and I am looking for a hut in a forest somewhere where I can escape on my own for a weekend and no one can ask me for anything.

    Big ups to you, don’t know how you do it, I have always been in awe of your strength…you doing great by the way, even if you had to yell “SHUT UP”

  2. 12 January, 2018 / 9:24 am

    ARGH! THIS IS MY LIFE! I mean, I love the buggers, but sometimes I just want them to be somewhere else.

  3. 12 January, 2018 / 11:16 am

    Ha ha…I actually laughed out loud. This is my house. Today. Tomorrow. And every other day. I have 3 boys, 5 if you count their father and the dog. And none of them can do anything for themselves. And all TALK AT ONCE VERY LOUDLY. Omg. At least I know I am not alone! Great post! Love it!

  4. Tiffany Lottering
    12 January, 2018 / 12:38 pm

    So True , 2 Daughters, A son, My partner and the dog always seem to need my attention all at the same time. I cant remember when last I actually brushed my hair at home and not in the car as I am always busy with sorting out something everyone else wants/needs
    .Love the post.

  5. 12 January, 2018 / 12:39 pm

    You took the words out of my mouth. I feel that I have people talking to me And needing things all the time. It makes me want to run away and hide – which I do when I have my chance. This parenting thing is intense! Thanks for your transparency

  6. deborah
    12 January, 2018 / 2:55 pm

    Had a good giggle picturing all this sounds so much like my house except I only have the 2 kids. I don’t know why the seem to think their father just cannot help with anything . They will even wake me up if im sleeping to ask me something their father could have helped them with

  7. 12 January, 2018 / 3:47 pm

    AMEN SISTER!! This is absolute #momlife… Sometimes you just need a moment to yourself to pull your life back together.. Love this post!

  8. 12 January, 2018 / 3:48 pm

    Thanks for keeping it real! I have been in the same mindset of wanting to tell everyone to shut up but much like you I didn’t. Thanks for sharing!

  9. Marjie Mare
    12 January, 2018 / 4:30 pm

    It seems like all of us mothers go through the same. Once someone shares their stories, it makes us realize that we are not alone.

  10. 12 January, 2018 / 6:12 pm

    I feel you mama! We have been off of our routine for 2 weeks with travel and I just need to get back home so I can get this child in school and have some breathing room!

  11. stephanie videira
    12 January, 2018 / 9:38 pm

    oh gosh yes a cup of coffee all to my self before it gets cold and to eat my breakfast without having to share it with anyone 🙂 a moms life

  12. 13 January, 2018 / 2:42 pm

    Love this! All new moms and moms-to-be need to read this so they know they aren’t crazy or bad moms! We ALL go through this at one point or another with our kids and it is OK!

  13. Susann
    15 January, 2018 / 4:15 pm

    The life of a parent…

  14. 15 January, 2018 / 7:58 pm

    Haha. We also begin full throttle every morning. I’m normally woken up with some really loud question. I’m trying to teach my kiddies to say ‘good morning’ first… sets a much better tone for us all. As does a first cup of coffee!

  15. 15 January, 2018 / 8:52 pm

    Wow i can totally relate to this, some mornings there is no luxury of a hot cup of coffee whilst catching up on our social media or sneaking a few pages in of the book we are desperate to finish. It’s so comforting to know that we are not alone in the amazing chaos that is motherhood.

  16. 3 March, 2019 / 12:22 am

    I feel for you. I have tried to ask my children to be quiet in various ways (sometimes nicely, and sometimes and not so nicely) when they were that young…sometimes in emergency situations, and NONE of them worked. It didn’t feel like disobedience (cause they were old enough that if I asked them to sit down, come here, don’t touch that, etc they would do that). But they just seemed incapable of shutting their mouths and not making any sort of noise for 5 seconds. Many days I wish I just had a mute button.
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