So this last week has been an interesting one!
The boys carer has been in hospital so I’ve had to try my hand at being a stay at home mum and let me tell you, this shizz is hard work!
Here is a brief comparison of my usual work day morning vs my SAHM morning:
5am – Alarm goes off so I get up and have a leisurely shower while the boys are still sleeping and make a coffee, get ready for work, get the boys up and throw their shoes and jacket on, out the door by 6.15am.
Wake up to alarm for hubby at 5.30am. Kids jump on my head and start whining in my ear ‘Want bottle! Want Hugglemonsters! I’m hungry, can I play on your phone, morning time, get up mummy. GET UP MUMMY!’
Get to work and have a relaxing half an hour to drink my second coffee, have breakfast and start my work day with some adult conversation.
Have coffee, bribe kids with tablet and phone in order to have a rushed shower while they stand at the door yelling ‘All done yet mummy? All done shower? Mummy! Hurry up! Get out shower!’. Get out and dress hurriedly before they use my phone to start ringing multiple people listed under A on my contact list. Spend the next half an hour being yelled at to make multiple things for breakfast (these include popcorn, pretzels, mummy’s cookies, toast with peanut butter and weetbix). Spoon feed them breakfast (hey, I don’t have time to wait for them ok! Yes, I know he’s 4. Yes, he knows how to use a spoon. No, I don’t care if I am enabling them, I need to get out the damn door!). Make C’s lunch while he dictates and gives his opinion on every item ‘Not stinky oranges! I hate stinky yucky oranges, bleugh! Yuck! I’m not eating those *insert spew sounds*’. Manage to get them both dressed and in the car with moments to spare before dropping off said older child at kindergarten.
By 9am I am physically and mentally more exhausted being at home and navigating the childcare duties than I am at work for sure! This does not come naturally to me at all. I mentioned last week that I was not born maternal. Sure, with my own kids I am more natural but throw me yours and I will still be all ‘What the heck do I do with this child?!’. This also comes into play with the whole ‘being at home and doing the domestic duties while entertaining two little boys all day’ gig. Every day. In a row. Without a break.
During the past week I have tried my hand at several things that I imagine are reminiscent of some sort of domesticated goddess type things that SAHM’s do and have down to a fine art (feel free to disagree with me, maybe I am not the only inept mother in the kitchen!). Things like making mini bacon and egg pies, apple strudel, meatloaf and a roast lamb.
All turned out well bar the meatloaf which was declared disgusting. Luckily the dog liked it. I also started watching The Bachelor in Paradise during nap times. That part came naturally! I liked that part.
On Friday I decided to take the youngest on a shopping trip with me. He’d been cooped up all week with a sick brother (as had I!) and we desperately needed to get out of the house. He loves the mall so I thought this was a great idea. He’s generally very good at being my shopping companion but that day he was in a very outspoken, opinionated mood. I tried on some clothes and took him in the changing room with me and let me tell you, he was not holding back on his opinion! ‘Nope, no like it’ ‘No, yucky’ ‘Hmm … nope’ ‘No! No like that one!’. The one item he declared to be ‘Perfect!’ was the one item I bought, can’t underestimate the honest opinion of a two year old! My biggest mistake was in promising a cheeseburger at McDonalds if he was good. Trouble was we got there at 9am and they don’t start serving cheeseburgers until 10.30am! Do you know how to explain that to a 2 year old? You don’t. So I got a running commentary of ‘Cheeseburger time mummy!’ the whole way around the mall. For 1.5 hours.
Eventually he got his cheeseburger and I got a coffee as a reward.
I also rewarded myself with this gorgeous Maybelline Nude eye-shadow pallette which I am in love with.
I finished off the week by going on my work do despite not actually being at work and I spent the whole night talking to my workmates in a baby voice:
‘No no, no more beers for you!’
‘And what would you like to eat for dinnies?’
‘No dessert unless you eat everything on your plate including your veges ok mister?!’.
Ok, no I didn’t.
I don’t think …
I did however get drunk and proceed to emanate my toddler by falling up some stairs, being unintelligible for half the night, spilling over some drinks and even smashing a beer glass for good measure.
I wonder what this week of being a SAHM will have in store for me?!
Are you a working mum or stay at home mum? Does staying home and being a mum full time come naturally to you? If you work do you find that balance easier than the times you have been at home?