Amid the back to school chaos, Maria Rushe shares an honest look at why mums should celebrate making it to the weekend.
Rejoice! Rejoice!
It is the first weekend after a FULL week of school and work and routine. And we have all survived. (albeit just about, but survive we have.)
We may be frazzled and fooked Mammies, but still we must find the energy to REJOICE in the Fact that we have made it to the most wonderful time of the week.
This week, after a long and sunniful summer, I am back to being a Full-time Mammy with a Full-time Job-job.
What have I learned? Nothing.
But I have remembered many things; Things that I had suffocated and locked in a tattered old box at the back of the memory part of my subconscious, but which now bounce back to the forefront of my ridiculously tired little mind.
Tired Children:
- Tired children are cranky.
- Tired children like to find a reason, ANY reason, to cry.
- Tired children do not KNOW that they are tired.
- Tired children refuse to admit that they are tired.
- Tired children will bite one another.
- Tired children do not like to go to their beds, regardless of how tired they are.
- Tired children like to wake up at 2am and play with their toys, with the light on, noisily enough to wake everyone so that they have someone to tell that they are NOT tired.
- Tired children do NOT like to get dressed in the morning.
- Tired children do NOT like it when you bounce into their bedrooms at 7am singing “Good Morning, Good Moooooooorning!, opening curtains and declaring that it is time for school. (Especially the not tired children who have been up half the night playing with their fecking toys.)
- Tired children like to say “No” and “No” and sometimes, “Noooooo!” to absolutely EVERYTHING that Tired Mammy asks or suggests.
And along with tired children, comes the Tired Mammy. But as well as being a tired Mammy, Mammy ALSO has to be SUPER-ORGANISED Mammy.
- Mammy needs to keep on top of the fridge situation.
- Mammy needs to pack lunchboxes and school bags and afterschool bags.
- Mammy needs to remember the fecking HORROR that is HOMEWORK.
- Mammy needs to think about dinners sooner than when she opens the fridge at 6pm.
- Mammy needs to set her alarm to make sure she gets out of bed 30 minutes before everyone else if Mammy wants to pee, shower and have a coffee all by herself.
- Mammy needs to be an intelligent and functioning adult.
- Mammy needs to rid her brain of references to Peppa Pig and Andy and Bing because they are not relevant to Macbeth and teenagers do NOT respond well to them.
- Mammy needs to try to keep the washing basket from puking and Mammy needs to arrange everyone’s clothes before bedtime.
- Mammy needs to remain relatively Wifely and interesting enough to hold a brief conversation with Tired Daddy when he comes home from Jim.
- And Mammy needs to get used to wearing stupid heels and muckup every single day. (I’ll last until the end of September…)
- Mammy needs to cram all of the Mammying and playing and cuddling and scolding and fun into 3 hours in the evening, while being JUST as tired as her beloved Tired Children who are determined to PUNISH her tired ass for abandoning them in school and creche. (Even though they both LOVE where they go and actually CRY when they are collected.)
- Mammy struggles with balancing the Mammy guilt when she’s away from them, and the urge to sell them on ETSY when she’s spent an hour being screamed at and cried at by her Tired Minions.
- Mammy can’t win.
In conclusion. Mammy does indeed need to rejoice that she has made it to the weekend, has the tired minions in bed, her feet up and the grapes poured.
Because as Tired as the two Dollies are, and despite the fact that I had to WAKE them every morning this week, I guarantee that the little farts shall be up at 6.30am tomorrow…
Why?
Because it’s Sunday of course.
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