Thursday, October 04, 2007
goofy mama
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I wish I had an enigmatic smile - instead I have a goofy grin.
OK - after a solid week of goodness and zen, I lost my mothering mojo yesterday. We hit ‘Holiday D-Day’ in the afternoon. Mothers will know what I mean. That point where you’ve done everything on your list of “cool stuff to do with the kids in the holidays”, the lack of routine stops seeming loose and cool and starts to seem formless and endless, and you all hit that point of “you know what? I’m just a little bit BORED with your company right now!!” (Mama AND kids!)
I knew it was bad because Willoughby VOLUNTARILY WENT OFF TO HIS ROOM FOR “SOME QUIET TIME” (HIS WORDS) AND THEN HAD A LITTLE NAP! What kind of seven year old boy ever voluntarily does that? And he wasn’t even ill!
Then, I made a giant pot of soup to take to a friend who is being driven mad with sleep-deprivation and a screaming colicky baby and I put the plastic container I was going to dump the soup into on the element and because I was so brain-fried IT WAS STILL ON and the container melted and because I still have a cold I didn’t smell it for ages until Willoughby came from the other end of the house and said “what’s that yukky smell?” Then I spent almost an hour breathing in toxic melted plastic fumes while I tried to scrape the melted plastic off the element (I had to leave the element on low so the plastic stayed scrapable) - all the while thinking mean things like -"SEE? This is what happens when you try to help people!!!” (Yep - I have drama-queen tendencies. But you know that by now. Hee)
THEN husband came home from work - not to frolic with us in the dewy sunshine...but to go to bed groaning with some stomach flu thing...so my parenting day instantly got a lot longer.
At that point I considered wine, but it was only 3.30pm.
So I whined instead. (Groan - bad pun - blame the lack of adult company this week.)
So I shooed the kids outside with home-made apple juice ice-blocks which, because they are so very hard and icy, seem to take them half an hour to eat. “What’s that? You want another ice-block? Well....just one more.”
Then I cooked junk for dinner (fish fingers and tomato sauce with a complex dessert of ....tinned peaches - an entirely orange meal.) Me and the kids plonked down in front of an ancient video of Enid Blyton’s “The Magic Faraway Tree”, husband got up after a few hours sleep and declared himself well enough to be up watching a DVD with me...and...it turned out OK. But whew - it was dicey there for a bit.
Today we are off to house-sit my friend’s house in the country. He says there are four horses grazing in his back paddock, so there will be much horse patting and stroking and I’ll be sure to take some arty horse snaps.
Hopefully that change in locale will bring my mama-mojo back. Has anyone else had a “Holiday D-Day?”
Have a good weekend and I’ll see you Monday.
xxxx
