Yes, I am so very lucky to be a mother. But you know how the grass in always greener? Well here’s what sometimes makes me green about living in Parent Land.
This is a story that needs a great deal of introduction. Not because it’s complicated, or tricky, but because when any mother
Largely because they’re true:
a) I adore my two children. They had me at ‘hello’ (or more like, ‘bleaurgh’.)
b) I would never be without them.
c) They bring me a great deal of slightly sticky joy, and make my life a good deal richer.
d) I know how unimaginably lucky I am to have two healthy, naughty kids driving me crazy, when so many people in the world (many of whom I know, or have known) wish they did, and don’t.
BUT. Sometimes, just sometimes, when you’re up to your eyes in chaotic kid-business, you remember a time when that your life was sooo different, and you think. Oh.
In those fleeting moments, these are the things – yes, all silly, first-world problem things – that make me pine for the good bits of a childfree life:
1. A holiday's a holiday
We just got back from a week away. It was great. But here's what a holiday is like with small children: They don't like to sleep in a strange place, so getting them to bed turns into a four-hour battle of wills. They don't have all their favourite toys and friends around, so they need constant entertaining. They get sick - because HOLIDAY - and you end up alternatively unable to leave the house and charging around trying to find doctors and chemists in a strange place. My partner and I spent the whole of the holiday sleeping in separate beds (near a child each), woken four times a night and up for good at 5am. Cocktails, anyone?
2. After work drinks
Sometimes, as I rush from my office to the bus that will inevitably deliver me to wherever I need to be 10 minutes after I need to be there, heading back to the daily shitfight that is Dinner-Bath-Books-Bed, I catch sight of my childfree peers sitting outside small, interesting pop-up bars. Talking to each other about important things. Maybe deciding to have one more drink. With little bowls of nibbles and all the time in the world. And I hate them.