Thursday, 27 May 2010

Random thoughts...


Ever have those days when things don't make a lot of sense? You spend the day with a "what the?" expression on your face (not that I actually like that expression. Rove McManus has a lot to answer for if you ask me). You're so tired that your blinks get longer by the hour and you may just have had a Nanna nap on the couch while the kids had their lunch, but you can't be sure?

Today was one of those days for me. It seemed to go on forever and my brain was hurting from random thoughts that kept churning over and over in my head. I am on a de-cluttering rampage in preparation for my return to work (more on this at a later post) and wandering around the house has just not been the same.


Being a Thursday I have only three of the four kids at home. Nugget was at school. Today I had to arrange for another Mum to pick Nugget up for school (even though we live approximately 200m from the front gate) because of Doo Dah's leg issue, so my organising and arranging began even earlier than usual. I think my brain peaked at about 2pm, which was a shame because there was still a lot of day to deal with. Just getting through it was a testament to my parental stamina.


Sister B has a lot to say about Domestic Thought. The tiresome effort involved in keeping a household in order. Even if women now have a helping hand in the domestic duties (e.g. the Geege is a Master at dishwasher loading and unpacking, without even being asked these days :), very few of my friend's report any help with Domestic Thought. Who is it that changes the kids' wardrobes every season? Who is it that replaces the plastic sheet for the five-year old so that his mattress isn't soaking every morning? Who is it that organises the school lunches and ensures there is variety and stock for the whole week? I am sure if you are a woman and you are reading this, it would be you. Guys just don't seem to do Domestic Thought.


Sister B's approach to this is man-training. I think that is too slow (except when you start with your male children from the get-go. Watch out Nugget, Doo Dah and Dew Drop. You WILL be man-trained in the fine art of DT). This is why I think all women need a wife. I know this sounds very Big Love of me, but it becomes more and more attractive the more children you have. I just struggle with the burden of all this Thought and the workload involved. You know when you find yourself telling your four kids, five and under that you are not their 'slave' that you are pushed. I say this so often that I now hear it repeated back to me. "Doo Dah, can you please grab me some wipes?" I asked today, and he responded with "I am not your slave, Mum." What the?


I have suggested, mostly jokingly but with a small amount of hope, to the Geege that we consider a wife. What the? he says. He knows me well enough to know that there really isn't room for another woman in this family. There are few women who could cope I think, but hats off to them. Community living has a lot going for it in the years of early parenting. I just need someone to help cook, clean, organise the house and its occupants? Perhaps a live-in Nanny will suffice?


I am just so tired. Tireder than I like to admit most of the time. Small additions, like a child that can't walk all of a sudden, just throw out the balance. Things are only just staying afloat because one unplanned thing makes EVERYTHING fall apart. An early night for me beckons. Tomorrow things will be better. Doo Dah will be walking properly, without a limp, and we will get Nugget off to school and then continue the day in a normal manner without the What the? moments and with a reduction in random thoughts.

7 comments:

Maxabella said...

Hang in there. It's times like these you have to just batten down the hatches and ONLY do parenting and house. Then straight to bed. The 'what about me?' bit of your life just needs to get some sleep.

Anonymous said...

I think live-in nanny is a very good idea, I was thinking about getting one myself (and have only 2 kids and a husband who is also very efficient at loading an unloading dishwasher).
I think the household chores/organising is the worst part of the parenting, in reality it deprives of time and energy to be a "good" parent

life in a pink fibro said...

I'd love a wife. That's all that needs to be said really.

Cate said...

Occasionally I think I would like a mum (in the state) or (god help me) even a mother-in-law, just to help out a little...but then I come to my senses!! Thankfully tomorrow things always are better. Great post - thanks for sharing it again (I hope you got that good nights sleep) xxx

Gill@OurParklife said...

just how i am feeling today which is precisely why i linked up a very similar post that nic wrote in our early days....

great (or should i say, sleep deprived?!) minds think a like!

Gill xo

Lucy said...

I must not have known your lovely blog back in May.

All I can say to this is "I totally agree."

So many times I have screeched (inwardly - I am sure that is not healthy) "I need a WIFE...."

I have experienced the child not being able to walk thing too. The spanner that that chucked into a fairly well oiled machine was horrific.

I actually don't find of this being a woman/mother thing is actually hard, as such. It is just so mind numbingly grindingly tedious repetitive thankless and dull.....it makes my head hurt and my resentments rise.....

•´.¸¸.•¨¯`♥.Trish.♥´¯¨•.¸¸.´• said...

The best idea ever !

Oh seriously ... We all need a wife , then we could sit down on the couch and accept the thilthy looks without feeling guilty because someone else is doing all the housey stuff ... does that make sense ?.
or yes we would be less tired to play with the kiddos.

MY hubby was & is still very good with helping with everything - he had no choice since I was BF twins 24/7 I am very lucky. These days he has his moments when I am less impressed at his efforts.

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