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The hardest part about motherhood isn’t always the kids.Sometimes it’s trying to hold onto yourself while constantly bei...
06/23/2026

The hardest part about motherhood isn’t always the kids.
Sometimes it’s trying to hold onto yourself while constantly being needed by everyone else.
Because somewhere between the laundry, the appointments, the school stuff, the mental load, the cooking, the cleaning, the emotional support, and the constant overstimulation… parts of you quietly get pushed to the side.
You stop knowing what you even enjoy anymore outside of being needed.
You spend so much time making sure everyone else is okay that you forget to check in with yourself too.
And I think a lot of moms silently struggle with that guilt.
Wanting space doesn’t mean you love your kids less.
Wanting peace doesn’t make you selfish.
Wanting to feel like your own person again doesn’t make you a bad mom.
It makes you human.
And honestly, moms deserve to exist as people too. Not just caretakers.

Nobody really talks about how weird Mother’s Day can feel as a mom.Because yes, you love your kids more than anything in...
06/23/2026

Nobody really talks about how weird Mother’s Day can feel as a mom.
Because yes, you love your kids more than anything in this world. You would do absolutely anything for them without hesitation.
But at the same time… you’re exhausted.
And sometimes all you really want for Mother’s Day is one peaceful morning. To drink your coffee while it’s still hot. To go to the bathroom without someone knocking on the door. To not hear ā€œmomā€ 47 times before 9am.
Not because you don’t love being a mom.
But because motherhood is nonstop.
Most moms spend every single day taking care of everyone else before themselves. Physically, mentally, emotionally. So when Mother’s Day comes around, I think a lot of moms secretly just want to feel appreciated in a way that actually lets them breathe for a second.
Honestly… a quiet house and an uninterrupted nap sounds more exciting than flowers at this point

Marriage after kids is really just sending each other memes all day instead of having actual conversations.One of you is...
06/23/2026

Marriage after kids is really just sending each other memes all day instead of having actual conversations.
One of you is in the living room.
The other is in the bedroom.
And somehow the communication for the day is just random videos back and forth with zero context.
Half the time it’s relationship memes.
The other half it’s ā€œthis reminded me of youā€ or parenting videos that feel a little too personal.
And honestly… sometimes that is quality time at this stage of life.
Because between work, kids, laundry, dishes, practices, exhaustion, and trying to survive everyday life, relationships can start feeling less like date nights and more like forwarding memes while one of you asks what’s for dinner.
But I think there’s something comforting about still finding little ways to stay connected in the middle of all the chaos.
Even if romance now looks more like sending reels while sitting ten feet away from each other on the couch.

I will never understand how moms can hear the tiniest little noise from the other side of the house but somehow sleep th...
06/23/2026

I will never understand how moms can hear the tiniest little noise from the other side of the house but somehow sleep through our own alarms every morning.
A kid opens a snack wrapper at 2am and suddenly we’re awake out of a dead sleep asking who’s in the kitchen.
But the alarm we set ourselves?
The one we specifically picked out to wake us up?
Absolutely not. Somehow our brain decides that sound is optional.
I also swear moms develop some kind of superhuman hearing after having kids.
You can hear whisper fighting from another room.
You know when the house gets a little too quiet.
And you can immediately tell when your child is being suspicious based off one single noise.
But ask us where our phone is while it’s literally in our hand and suddenly we know nothing.
Motherhood really is just surviving on instincts, caffeine, and very little sleep at this point.

I don’t think people realize how overstimulating motherhood can actually be sometimes.The TV is going.Someone is asking ...
06/15/2026

I don’t think people realize how overstimulating motherhood can actually be sometimes.
The TV is going.
Someone is asking for a snack.
Another kid is talking over them.
A phone notification goes off.
Someone touches you for the fifteenth time in ten minutes.
The dogs are barking.
You’re trying to remember what you walked into the room for while someone yells ā€œmomā€ from across the house again.
And somehow moms are still expected to stay patient through all of it 24/7.
Sometimes it’s not even that moms are angry or upset.
Their brains are just overloaded.
There’s constantly noise, movement, questions, touching, responsibilities, and mental tabs open all at once.
I really think a lot of moms are carrying sensory overload daily and nobody talks about it enough because from the outside it just looks like ā€œnormal motherhood.

People really underestimate how much moms silently carry just trying to keep everybody emotionally okay all the time.We ...
06/15/2026

People really underestimate how much moms silently carry just trying to keep everybody emotionally okay all the time.
We notice the mood changes.
The attitude shifts.
The quietness.
The stress.
The tension in the house.
And even when nobody says it out loud, moms are usually the ones trying to hold everything together emotionally behind the scenes.
Trying to make sure the kids feel safe.
Trying to keep peace in the home.
Trying to stay calm even when we are overwhelmed ourselves.
It is exhausting constantly being the one who absorbs everybody else’s emotions while still trying to function normally.
A lot of moms are carrying mental and emotional loads nobody around them even realizes exist.

The most humbling thing about having kids is realizing they learn more from who you are than what you say.They notice yo...
06/15/2026

The most humbling thing about having kids is realizing they learn more from who you are than what you say.
They notice your tone. Your stress. Your patience. The way you talk about yourself. The way you react when things go wrong.
You can tell them to be kind all day long, but they are watching how you treat people when you’re frustrated. You can tell them to be confident, but they are listening to the way you speak about your own body in the mirror.
Kids are always paying attention even when we think they aren’t.
And honestly, becoming a parent will make you face parts of yourself you didn’t even realize still needed healing.
It’s humbling realizing little eyes are learning how to handle life by watching you handle yours.
Not perfectly. Just honestly.
I think that’s why so many parents are trying so hard to break cycles now. Because it stops being just about us the second tiny humans start learning from everything we do.

Nobody talks enough about the guilt moms feel when they finally start choosing themselves.The first time you say no.The ...
06/15/2026

Nobody talks enough about the guilt moms feel when they finally start choosing themselves.
The first time you say no.
The first time you stop answering every text immediately.
The first time you sit down while the dishes are still in the sink.
The first time you buy yourself something without explaining why you deserved it.
The first time you realize you are allowed to exist as a person outside of what everyone needs from you.
And somehow people get uncomfortable when moms stop overextending themselves.
Because they were so used to you carrying everything without complaint.
So used to you fixing problems before anyone else even noticed them.
So used to you putting yourself last.
But constantly pouring from an empty cup does something to a person.
It makes you exhausted.
Irritable.
Disconnected from yourself.
Choosing yourself sometimes is not selfish.
Sometimes it is the reason you finally start feeling like a human again instead of just survival mode in a messy bun

This summer, I want slow moments.Movie nights in the living room with blankets thrown everywhere and too much popcorn.Ic...
06/15/2026

This summer, I want slow moments.
Movie nights in the living room with blankets thrown everywhere and too much popcorn.
Ice cream dates that end with sticky hands and laughing in the parking lot.
Late nights outside while the kids play until the street lights come on.
Lake days.
Messy kitchen dinners.
Music playing through open windows.
I spent so much time the last few years just trying to survive motherhood that I feel like I blinked and everyone got older.
So this summer, I don’t want perfect.
I just want present.
I want my kids to remember a mom who laughed with them.
A mom who sat outside a little longer.
A mom who said yes to one more movie, one more snack run, one more walk around the neighborhood.
Just soft little moments that end up becoming the memories they talk about years from now

There’s nothing like having one of those days where your kids are just… kids.No rushing.No stress.No worrying about the ...
06/15/2026

There’s nothing like having one of those days where your kids are just… kids.
No rushing.
No stress.
No worrying about the house being spotless or the laundry piled up or what still needs to get done tomorrow.
Just hearing them laugh until their stomachs hurt. Watching them run around outside. Listening to the random stories they tell that make absolutely no sense but somehow mean everything at the same time.
Those are the days I end up loving the most.
The ordinary ones.
The days where nobody is dressed perfect. The schedule is off. Bedtime is probably gonna be later than it should be. And somehow those end up becoming the memories they’ll talk about years from now.
One day they won’t ask me to come watch their tricks outside. One day they won’t beg for one more movie night or pile into my bed early in the morning.
So for now… I’ll take the messy days.
The loud days.
The ice cream dripping down their hands and toys all over my floor kind of days.
Because these are the days I know I’ll miss the most someday.

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