So good to type that title, so good! For those of you that want me to continue, sorry it is not in me to post absolutely every day. For those of you that have been waiting for this to be over … that’s it, done!
I don’t think of myself as a house-wife. I have a very feminist view to that sort of language and the connotations therein. But the reality of life is that my everyday is taken up with looking after my children, and keeping my house.
This has been a massive challenge for a professional woman who has chosen to be a stay-at-home mum. (Note to self: just because you choose one thing over another doesn’t mean it is going to be easy, … or that you will enjoy it 100% of the time!)
The reality of my family life at the moment is that Mr is travelling a lot, at very little notice for unspecified periods of time.
I had a conversation with a pregnant friend today about the life of a parent. I am really worried that I freaked her out. Because I was honest. Because I said, yes it’s hard, yes I manage three people’s emotions at any one time (and mine are often the most volatile). Yes it is difficult for me to be unselfish, but it is something my kids are teaching me – not because I want to learn, but because I have to.
My parents are puppy raisers for the Guide Dogs. That means they take in an 8 week old puppy, toilet train it, socialise it, love it and basically get it ready (in conjunction with the Guide Dog trainers) for formal training in life working as a Guide Dog. This is their fourth puppy, and they are not getting much sleep. They are voluntarily going back to a life of a parent; with little or no sleep, being tied to the house, and with their life focused around puppy’s meals and toileting. All because they know this little puppy can help someone live a better life in the future. I think my parents have a good idea of how to be selfless, don’t you?
PS – who would think something this cute could give you so little sleep
We talk a lot in life about finding balance; work-life balance, a balanced diet, even sometimes refer to things being a ‘balancing act’. And I guess that is the way I have felt of late. But the image of balancing means that the beam you are standing on is very slender, and it is inherently precarious. It is a wobbly situation, there is very real danger of falling off, and only experts manage to stay there.
Mr is home, and the whole family has breathed a collective sigh of relief. I am particularly grateful as I have not had a full nights sleep since he left, dealing with teething, nightmares and dropping of sleep toy etc. Further compounded by the fact that I miss the company and sit up late flicking channels, watching nothing at all before turning in.
Suddenly I am exhausted, I have relaxed, and all the “sole-parent” energy that I had somehow acquired has dissipated and I am really struggling to stay awake enough to put the girls to bed.
Hence the shortness of this post, and the fact that I have nothing useful to say but this.