I’ve spent a lot of time (probably since the divorce) worrying about what people think of me. But I’m trying to move past that and I want this blog to go back to its roots – when I was open and honest about the things that bothered me and how I live my life. I like sharing (or oversharing, more accurately)! So here goes.
My mother doesn’t get why my house is so messy and doesn’t understand why I can’t just wash things up as I go along as they do in their house and I’ve tried to explain it until I’m blue in the face and have also sometimes thought “why am I justifying myself” a lot of the time. I just thought I’d be honest about my life and how hectic it can be sometimes and why at the end of the day, clearing up from dinner is the last thing I feel like doing.
Take today for example. We get up at 7.15 (actually its more like 7.30am as I can never seem to drag myself out of bed on time), then I have to get both children up and out of bed. Weird, isn’t it? Kids up no later than 7am on the weekend but on week days you have to physically drag them out to get them up. Then I made porridge for all of us. Then they both wanted a round of toast, then they go up to get ready for school. Josh gets ready pretty much on his own but he does need checking on several times to make sure he’s actually getting ready. Then I check on Alara before going upstairs to get dressed myself (don’t have time for a shower – I usually have a bath in the evening the night before). Then I go check on Alara again to make sure she’s dressed, and do her hair and her tie for her. Then try to get them both downstairs, shoes on and in the car by 8.30am. Deal with arguing over who goes in the front and who gets to have Biscuit (the dog) on their lap. Come home. Take a deep breath, make a coffee and start on work or whatever I need to get done during the day. Evening comes, and today one child is dropped off at 5.30pm by my mum and dad. Then at 7 I get the other one from brownies, which means dragging first child off his tablet to actually get in the car. That takes at least 10 minutes, drive there, drive back, get kids ready for bed, make sure they actually brush their teeth and get changed (Joshua would happily go to bed in his school uniform). Tuesdays are worse. We have cubs from 6.30 – 8pm which is a 10 minute drive away. Then there is bath night. Sometimes I do a bath for one one night and then a bath for the other the next night. Then there is nit combing – which I have to do relentlessly for Alara. Then there is the school lunches to pack. Thursdays and Fridays the kids have clubs so I pick one up from school and the other one an hour later. Dinners to cook. Forms to fill out to send back to school. Washing to do to make sure they have school uniform for the next day (as neither of them seem to have enough of everything for a full week). Then once the kids are actually in bed, there are the times they get out of bed and come down to ask for something or other. Oh and going up a bit later to check that they aren’t still up messing about.
After dealing with all these things, once I actually get to sit down and have some peace and quiet that’s what I want to do. I don’t want to spend the precious little downtime I have washing up when it could be done the next day when I’m having a break from work.
I probably also have a touch of laziness. I’ll be honest, I don’t like house work. I’ll do what I need to do – filling the dishwashing, doing the washing etc. But I can live with a certain amount of mess. When it starts to bother me I deal with it (usually on a weekend late morning – I put some music on and get cracking). I like to pick little pockets of time when I can to relax, put on some TV and put my feet up.
Which is what I’m doing right now! Except its now 8.30pm and I have to go check the kids are going to sleep!