Anytime life gets you down and you feel like you can’t handle one more question, one more sibling argument, or one more ‘mum, I’m hungry’.
Remember, it can be ever worse — you could get sick.
I think that before I actually became a mum, I dreamt of sick days to be filled with breakfasts in bed, handwritten notes with all the words spelled wrong, and misshapen pancakes —? but the reality is far from that dream. I’m flustered just thinking about it.
6 AM: Rise and shine
Alarm sounds loudly to wake you from your slumber. On a typical day, you must scamper down the hall almost immediately to get the littles up and their day started so that you can get to work, get them to school, or whatever your day has in store for you.
Sans children you could turn the damn thing off, call in sick, and roll back over; but with kids, who will do your job?
Maybe they could take care of themselves? That’s probably child neglect, or something.
Alas, the day must continue as scheduled. So, down the hallway you go (after grabbing a huge sweater to combat your body aches and chills, of course).
Taking a nap this morning on the couch while Child #1 is at school and Child #2 watched Kinder Surprise Egg unboxing videos on YouTube (what is up with that, anyway?) is almost impossible. My brain won’t turn off as I run through everything that needed to get done today.
Child #2 wants lunch. Closest box of cereal, served with a string cheese appetiser.
I finally doze off for 10 minutes to the sound of “Peppa Pig” when my alarm goes off, alerting me that child #1 needs picked up from school.
Crap. I never took a shower and I’m wearing the exact same thing as I did at drop-off. Think anyone will notice?