Currently …. All my bugbears & I’m grumpy

You guys, a couple of nights ago, my darling husband kindly informed me that in a few short years, I will have to stop calling myself a mommy blogger and start calling myself a granny blogger because I’ll be 50! FIFTY! How even??? And of course, being in my *gulp* mid 40’s means that I am starting to experience the beginning of the delightfully named change of life….. Gah!

I’ve definitely noticed the change starting to creep up on me in the past year. I’ve got baggy eyes, grey hairs and yes, even my cycles have started to change. This cycle lasted a whole… wait for it…. TWO months! That is unheard of for a regular 28 day girl *snigger* like me. So when it finally ended yesterday, I pretty much felt like I’d been flattened by a steamroller! 

And I’ve been moody AF for the past few weeks so many things are irritating me, stupid, trivial things that I really shouldn’t care so much about like…

The word Mum. Mum is to me what “moist” is to others. It’s a word that gives me the grills.

Or people who hum all the time. Come over here and let me slash your voice box!

Or seeing my social media feeds filled with things like this:


How presumptions? Don’t presume to know what others are going through and dealing with, you don’t know them or their hearts. And the irony of these kinds of statements is that we’re all just trying to do the same thing…. survive which is even more ironic given that none of us gets out of here alive. And nobody gets through life unscathed. 

Or, how my husband asks me if I’ve got PMS? Seriously? After 15 years together, you haven’t learned that it’s dangerous to your personal safety to ask me questions like that?

Or, shit the school makes me do, because I suck at crafty and yesterday I tried so hard to make a people paper chain and I failed…. in every attempt…  even after Youtubing and Pinteresting the shit out of that sucker. I still couldn’t do it and my husband had to come to my rescue before I either stabbed myself with the damn scissors or threw our crafty bin over the wall. 

So many things annoying the hell out of me at the moment. Perhaps the biggest problem is that I’m simply just tired. All the time. Tired. All the tireds. Tired. Bony weary tired! 

So tired.

Ja so, mostly all my bugbears revolve around me, how irritated and prickly I am, how tired I am. Getting old it’s a bitch! 

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  • Reply Deb

    Sent you an Instagram pic as I had no idea how to post it here – I just loved this post – and could so relate !!!

    February 4, 2016 at 12:57 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      Yay! So you’re also feeling like a grumpy pants currently? Good to know I’m not alone!

      February 4, 2016 at 1:21 pm
  • Reply Fertile Minds

    I am also tired…TIRED!!! mostly because I am not getting much sleep with Kaycey. She is currently cutting a tooth.

    February 4, 2016 at 12:57 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      Ugh! Good luck with the teething. Its a phase I’m so very happy to have far behind me.

      February 4, 2016 at 1:19 pm
  • Reply MamaZombieZA

    OMW, Clifford asks me the PMS thing too! How friggin suicidal! He is still shocked when he gets klapped because of it.

    February 4, 2016 at 1:18 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      My husband should really know by now, that the fastest way to send me into a blind rage when I have PMS is to ask me if I have PMS!

      February 4, 2016 at 1:19 pm
  • Reply Jeannette Wentzel

    I feel your pain. I am mid 40’s and my sleep patterns have been all over the place. Some days I survive only because I drink some of my toddlers Bio-Strath. Growing older is not for sissies!

    February 4, 2016 at 1:21 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      I am SO bone weary exhausted by 6pm that just cooking & packing lunches takes every ounce of my reserve.

      February 4, 2016 at 1:26 pm
  • Reply darylfaureDary

    Sharon, I could have written this post yesterday too. There must be something in the water because that is exactly how I feel and it’s only 3 weeks into the new term. As for this change of life thing, don’t get me started. I think we need to set up a middle aged moms with young children group to get through these next few years intact. ,

    February 4, 2016 at 1:55 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      I know right? All of the mom’s I’ve become friends with through my kids are a minimum of 10 years younger than me, it’s hard sometimes.

      February 4, 2016 at 1:57 pm
  • Reply kerryheathfield

    I just love your honesty here. I can’t give you much advice because as you know I am a floating twenty something year old but I know that even though it might not feel like it right now, you have got this!

    February 4, 2016 at 1:55 pm
  • Reply Caroline

    Gah!!! I feel all your kinds of tireds!!!

    February 4, 2016 at 2:05 pm
  • Reply ailsaloudon

    Old age is crap. And THE CHANGE is the worst – and it never seems to go away!!!!

    February 5, 2016 at 10:27 pm
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