I’ve refrained from writing about motherhood on this blog for some time. It’s a bit of an anomaly as I fit squarely within the “Mummy blogging” category. There’s basically two reasons for the general absence of P1 and P2 from these pages.
Firstly, if GOMI has had any influence its to make me think carefully about how I portray my children on line. Unfortunately for him my husband has been afforded no such luxury. Dadabs life is open slather for your entertainment. Secondly I’ve been at this motherhood gig for over six years now. Frankly I need some headspace. Mumabulous has become about escapism. Its a place where I can freely talk about things which I find a) cool, b) interesting and c) crumpety (In the case of Prof Brian, tick option d) all of the above).
I’m coming back to the topic of parenting, because there seems to be a number of folk out in blog land who are currently doing the hard yards with that deadly combination of infant and toddler. I’m moved to offer up hope. It really does get easier. Now that my girls are 6 and almost 4 its phenomenal just how much easier my life has become. That’s not to say its easy.
I have moments in each day where I really think I would be better off in a stationary position bashing my head against the wall. Trying to get the girls dressed and out of the house on time is like herding cats.
I can barely get a run on my own computer when they are home and they regard me as some kind personal valet, maid and short order cook combined into one very weird hybrid. Only last week the dreaded lurgy visited the house. I was NOT reveling in how much easier my life has become whilst P1 sprayed vomit up and down the corridors of Chez Abs. It was unfun. Running away to Byron is always an option but it was front of mind last week.
Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself of just how far we’ve progressed. The pace seems glacial at times but ever so slowly I’m getting my life and my mind back. The girls play together and are discovering a talent for entertaining themselves. I can participate in social life again involving myself in adult (although with some of our friends its really very juvenile) conversation whilst the girls are occupied by the other children. I have the luxury of a full night’s sleep and time away from the kids. Gradually I’m rediscovering the simple pleasure of being able to listen to my own radio station and to read again. My brain is starting to return rational and cohesive thoughts. Cognition – how I have missed you! The next step is to get myself out a bit more because for anyone who regularly reads this blog its obvious that I need to!
If you are on struggle street with small kids and it seems like the tedium will never end, take heart. It will probably never be easy until such time as they buy an open ended ticket to Europe but it will get easier.
Are things improving for you?