To say that my life is busy would be an understatement.
Between getting the kids dressed and fed in the morning, dropping them at my parents, getting to work, dealing with endless projects and meetings there, whizzing back to pick up my kids and getting them to their afternoon activities before heading home to cook, clean and maybe squeeze in some exercise before collapsing in to bed means I have no time to even think about being busy.
I have no time to think at all. Mums – working and stay at home – will understand what I’m saying.
But I know that I’m actually very lucky. I have one saving grace that keep the wheels from falling off my hectic life.
I have my parents.
They look after my kids every day that I am at work (saving me a fortune in childcare fees). They recently retired, sold my childhood home in the country, downsized and moved to the city – closer to me.
And while many people might run away scared at the thought of their parents moving in just around the corner – I am ecstatic. I am so happy for my parents (and for myself) because everyone is a winner in the move.
I win because I now have my parents at hand who are able to take my children each day – and I get to leave my precious kids in the care of family. My parents win because they get to spend quality time with their beloved grandkids.
They are loving retirement – I have never once heard them say, ‘I’m bored of this life’. They adore their grandchildren and enjoy spending so much time with them – they’ve told me it’s a relationship like none they’ve ever experienced. It’s different to parenting and it’s something they’ve been waiting to enjoy for a long time.