Can’t get no sleep… and the neverending to damn do list…

So I’m sat here at 5.20am following another 4am night feed (?) and just can’t get back off to sleep – why are you blogging then you silly woman I hear you ask… ? Well because I need to put pen to paper about everything that is going through my mind – and hopefully then I might get an hour before the parenting onslaught starts at 6.30…

images-1One thing though before I bang on… why when you become a mother do you become the mother to ‘everyone’ in the house and by that I mean, how come it’s my job to suddenly look after everything (not blue collar)…?

Is it because that is what women have always done, therefore it is our job regardless (didn’t we fight for our vote and burn bras and stuff to change that?)… and when I mean do everything I mean the following…

 

  • Washing Fairy: put in the basket, sort, wash, dry, fold, put in basket, away… repeat, endless chore I think most people hate too. In fact I am actually such a slut I don’t iron if I can help it.  Note, if I don’t put it away we end up looking like Widow Twankey’s laundry with empty wardrobes…I mean why bother with wardrobes?
  • Being the effing Food Fairy: purchasing, unloading, removing old food stuffs/empty packets, cooking, cleaning up, all the stuff that goes with plates / dishes… forgetting the damn butter (because that’s the most important thing we need right?) and repeat…
  • Children: getting bags ready the day before nursery, emptying bags after nursery, remembering to take nappies, wipes, milk, suntan lotion money, forms etc, catching socks as they get stripped off, preventing shoes/crayons/books/me from being chewed, sterilising bottles, getting them ready for the day before work, clothes – arguments over clothes, dropping them to nursery, picking them up from nursery, getting up in the night, feeding them, watering them and making sure they are loved and not smelly, picking them up when they are crying…

The list is just endless…

And then there are other things…

Cleaning and tidying 50 million times a day, remembering everyone’s birthdays, arranging date night and babysitter, cancelling date night and babysitter, ensuring there is enough money to pay bills, paying the bills, booking holidays, arranging play dates, getting the car MOT’d, changing the damn bed sheets, cooking the dinner, arranging birthday parties, buying presents for every occasion possible… again TIP of the Iceberg

And this doesn’t even include MY to do list… take tablets, wash hair when I remember, eat, go to work and get there before lunchtime, juggle the many deadlines and daily tasks once there, try to catch up with friends, kick sugar (unsuccessful to date)go to the dentist (still haven’t), renew my prescription (always forgetting) try to complete the courses I have signed up, write blogs (I owe about 4), do yoga (hahahahaha never happens), meditate (nope), practice mindfulness (nope)…

So there you have it… that’s why I am awake… The ‘To Do’ List is just too damn long…

In fact a male colleague of mine today actually said to me, I don’t know how you women do it… (he was looking after his daughter while his wife was out for a week)

Truth be told I have no idea either… but we do.

 

 

 

 

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About mumbietales

I am a corporate communications professional who has been in the business for over 17 years (gulp). Nearly 3 years ago I embarked on the hardest job of my life, becoming mummy to Lucy, and as it couldn't have been all bad, more recently Amy.

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