Embracing Motherhood – Dirty Nappies and All!

Written by: Katya on 11/01/17

Happy 2017, fellow mumsies!

I am so happy that our website is finally live; and if you’re reading this, I would like to thank you for stopping by! We encourage mums like you to be part of our community where you can share your experiences of being a parent, or maybe some of your culinary ventures and favourite recipes, as well as DIY hacks and other artsy fartsy stuff that our visitors might want to try out too 🙂

As per the title of this post, I’d like to give you a sneak peak of how things roll out in our home on a daily basis.

So, getting down to business..

I wake up every morning about half an hour before the alarm goes off. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then head off to the kitchen. I look at the clock. 6:00am. My day has begun.

I begin to fix breakfast for my husband Matt while desperately waiting for the kettle to finish boiling so I can get my early morning caffeine jolt – a daily mandatory requirement. With my soul being 80% awake, I flip the cheesy omelette from the pan onto a piece of toast, pour a glass of juice then set it on the dining table. I return to the room quietly and let the mister know that his food is ready while I check on our bub, Taj, sleeping soundly in his crib next to our bed. I then move on to the next room to check on our 4-year-old Kaela who also happens to be fast asleep. Please stay asleep for a bit more so I can do a bit more, I pray silently.

I then pack Matt’s lunch which usually consists of 2 granola bars, pretzels, mixed nuts, crackers, and whatever leftover we had from the night before – all of which I carefully tuck away in an old Tim Tam’s bag that serves as his lunch box (I’ve brought up the idea of him getting a proper lunch box many times, but to no avail. Trust me…) I then begin to unload the dishwasher.

“Dada! Dada dada!”


I quickly race to the bedroom in the middle of stowing away all the cutlery and plates. Taj smiled up at me as I reached out to change his nappy before strapping him to his bouncer in the lounge room and turning on the telly. Great, Mickey Mouse Fun House is on. That’d keep him happy for a couple of minutes. I return to my morning chores. Matt gives me a kiss and bids Taj and me goodbye as he heads off to work.

5 minutes later, I hear a loud cry in the hallway.

“Where’s daddy?” Kaela asks, tears streaming down her face.

“Good morning, princess,” I say. “Daddy’s gone to work. Settle down on the couch while mummy fixes you some brekkie.”

She obliges and joins her baby brother.

The afternoons are sometimes hard. One minute you’re trying to keep the house in order, and the next, someone needs to get their nappies changed and the other wants her tiara – which is usually followed by uncontrollable screaming if she had to wait “forever.”

Baths, sleep time, playtime, laundry time, and feeding time are all part of the afternoon grind. Sometimes, I would chat with my mother-in-law and relatives from overseas just so I can have decent conversations with people who are above the 0-4 year-old age bracket.

Sometimes, when both kids are asleep, I would indulge in my arts and crafts even for just a couple of minutes. Yes, we all need “me time.”

Come 5 o’clock, I start preparing dinner while both kids are entertained by yet another Mickey Mouse show in the lounge room.

5:30. Matt arrives – thank God! He changes into his “house clothes” and takes over the kids while I prepare our early dinner.

Afterward, I clean up, pack the dishwasher up, and then get the kids ready for bed.

By 8 o’clock, the house is quiet. With the baby monitor in hand, I snuggle next to my husband on the couch. We talk about each other’s’ days, about the family business, and just about anything before catching up on our American Horror Story tel-a-thon.


In the movie “What to Expect when you’re Expecting,” Chris Rock clearly articulates one’s expectations about entering the world of parenthood: “There’s no such thing as ready. You just hop on a moving train and try not to die…”

Personally, I believe that no one is really prepared for parenthood no matter how much you plan…. until you become a parent yourself. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be a parent – adoptive or otherwise – unless you experience all the highs and lows that come with the “job” and yet still manage to embrace the outcomes.

Let’s face the obvious facts. Motherhood is a 24/7 job that embodies multiple job descriptions known to mankind.

  • Caregiver or nurse
  • Chauffeur
  • Personal Assistant
  • Educator
  • Chef
  • Laundry cleaner
  • Housekeeper
  • Bodyguard
  • Human jukebox
  • Story-teller
  • Technician
  • Personal shopper
  • Financier
  • Psychologist
  • Comedienne

…and the list goes on and on…

No preferred break schedules. No salaries. No paid leaves (although there are the occasional holidays and gifts from the hubby. Hah!)

You can’t tell a toddler to hang on a sec while mum does her nails. You can’t ask for a time out when your kids are screaming. You can’t tell them to bugger off when all you want to do is get a couple of minutes to yourself as you cling on to a cup of coffee as if your dear life depended on it.

However, in the midst of all the sweet chaos – no matter how crazy it all sounds – motherhood is AWESOME. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Long ago, I was this free-falling soul. I couldn’t give a care in the world, except for myself. I hopped from one odd job to another while pursuing my life-long dream of becoming a “rock star.” Yes, it does sound bizarre, but I did join a metal band (yes, metal) formed by my younger brother.


The feeling when you’re on center-stage was overwhelming. It served as my personal space of solitude where I could scream out all my pent up emotions and worldly frustrations without having someone object in mid-sentence. The experience was amazing. I felt like I was on top of the world when we released an EP and the gig invites just kept pouring in like wildfire. It was astounding, but it was physically and spiritually draining.

The roller coaster ride went on for a couple of years until reality struck. Sure, making music would always be a part of me, but I wanted something more meaningful. I wanted stability. I wanted to love. I wanted my own bundles of joy to cuddle and kiss and have fun with. Never mind the death of long showers and uninterrupted sleep. I was ready for a change and to find meaning in my life.


With all the ups and downs that come with parenthood and marriage – at the end of the day, no matter how tired you are – being part of a loving family is the most prized possession anyone could ever have. You learn how you, yourself – as a mother – can be strong and selfless when it comes to putting your family’s needs before your own. You discover how you can develop individual hearts for each of your children and love them with all your soul no matter how much they drive you to the brink of insanity sometimes. You learn the value of “restraint” – that means when one of the kids make loud noises while you put the other to sleep, you don’t go all whack and beat the living bajeebers out of them. You learn how to work out your differences with your husband gracefully and make it a point to end each disagreement with love and compassion. You learn to cherish and embrace the outcomes of every tear, every cuddle request, every demand because you know what? Having someone look up to you, nay, depend on you, while you guide them through life as you marvel at how great of a job you’re doing raising wonderful kids is well damn WORTH IT. Every single bit.

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