I honestly, seriously do not understand how other parents do what they do. I don’t understand it. Somewhere along the line I must have missed a lesson.
I have worked out that if I spend all day, every day, cleaning my house, I can maintain it as a lovely home for my children.
I do not spend all day every day cleaning my house.
I do other things. A bit of writing. A bit of socialising. A bit of income earning. A bit of ensuring that I maintain some contact with some friends. A bit of shopping. A bit of bill paying. A bit of attending children’s appointments. No more or less than any other parent.
As a result, my house looks as if a single mother with three children lives in it. And she hasn’t been doing much…
And the yard? Well, I barely get that maintained at all. Getting these hedges cut back is a ridiculously huge mission for me, let alone anything less obvious.
So, I’ve been sick for a week and a half. I’ve probably been going at half speed. Just trying to maintain and keep the plates spinning.
I dread checking the mail box, because there’s always more to do. Appointments to attend. Bills to pay.
And I see other mums. They do things like ‘invite me for coffee’. I had a lovely friend this week call in to see me at 7pm. (7pm?) And I just couldn’t stop. With dinner and bathing and bedtimes…
How? How do they do it??? I can’t work it out.
Honestly, I do the bare minimum. I try to have a bite of the balancing things in life (they tell me that’s good for me). But I do lose friends. I just don’t seem to be able to create the amount of socialising time required.
My feet hit the floor in the morning and I’ve already got a houseful. At the end of the day, I’ve got a houseful. In between, I work.