I’ve heard it all before. Mothers have the hardest AND easiest job on earth. Now that I’m actually working “part-time” I have an opportunity to compare what the day of a SAHM looks like, right next to my coffee swilling, keyboard bashing day. It’s not pretty. People have been known to indulge in heavy drinking after spending the day with us. Another friend has observed it as “spending your entire day from preventing little humans from killing themselves.” Hats off to you mums.
5:30am Tom up (1.5 years old).
6:00am Abby up (3.5 years old, and despite having gone to bed at 9pm the night before).
7:00am Kids insisted on pancakes. I deliver.
8:00 Laundry load 1.
8:30am House evacuation (if you are unfamiliar with this process google Michael McIntyre).
9:00am Abby speech therapy lesson.
9:15am Type out passionate work email on my iphone (probably a bad idea) – gets stare from therapist judging me for being one of “those” parents. Announce that I’m thinking of switching therapists at the end of the lesson.
9:30am Go to get my glasses fixed (nose pad fell off and for the last 24 hours it’s been akin to wearing a clothes peg on my nose).
Watch funny fails of sleep-deprived mums. Post continues after video.
10am Bank a cheque (from the US treasury – someone tell me this isn’t a hoax and the IRS actually decided to GIVE us money back?)
11am Drive to meet my cousin Wendy’s for a playdate.
11:30am Sit in the carpark feeling sorry for myself as Tom has fallen asleep and Abby hijacked my phone (in a bid to keep her silent) – I stare woefully at the dashboard wishing I was in the Bahamas sipping on a drink with an umbrella in it.
12:00pm Wendy runs around valiantly with the kids while I huddle underneath the outdoor heaters at the cafe. Wonder where she gets her energy from. Vow to stop drinking so much booze and coffee.