We are all lazy at some things and not at others. I hope this post helps you to see things from a different perspective.
Monday 12th September – 9.30pm
My husband and I are lying on the sofa. He is not his usual upbeat self. I ask what’s wrong. The response is far from what I expect ‘you are lazy – that dressing table is still a mess why won’t you just clean it up?!’ – I am gobsmacked. His words did not go down well because it had been a looooooong day. We all need a bit of lazy in our life for our mental health. On this day there had been no time to be lazy, which made this insult so much worse than it could have been.
My 1 year old had been feeling needy with a capital N. Which meant anytime I tried to do anything around the house he needed me. Going to the toliet was a struggle. It wasted a couple of toilet rolls – a price I’ll pay to keep him from attempting to wipe my butt or chew on a toilet brush.
Once it hit 930am it felt like it should be lunchtime already. I settled the kids down, all cosy with one of their favourite tv shows.
I legged it upstairs and started clearing my dressing table (it had been annoying me for a few days and my husband even more). After about a minute I hear screaming from my 4 year old ‘Mummy quick’. Downstairs I find my wee lad had emptied the entire contents of my gym bag and found an old mascara.
The cabin feever kicked in. It is ‘climbing the wall o’clock’ – we need to get out NOW. We got packed up and head out to softplay. David lLoyd as much as I love them have removed the baby gate so their softplay is not enclosed. This is fine for the 4 year old but no not my wee cheeky guy. I can’t relax for a minute or he will end up outside in the carpark, gate crashing a squash game or upstairs in the gym grabbing weights. The boy is quick. So after cursing the lack of baby gate for the 27th time and legging after him I was shattered. Why couldn’t he just play on the slide and in the tunnels with big sister like he did a couple of days ago? I swear he was doing it on purpose to test me. He had that cheeky look in his eye. Thankfully there were mainly good souls and not assholes around that day. I got given reassuring smiles and told ‘it does get easier I promise’. Then they spotted my 4 year old. The comments were quickly adapted ‘wow you have your hands full – wine tonight?’.
The afternoon is just as manic –
Nursery run x 4 – up the hill, back down, up and back down
Charlie’s nap time involves me working and doing the dishes. It is bitter sweet when he wakes because I always have stuff I need to do but those sleepy cudddles are magical. They are the moments that I stop and tell myself how lucky I am. They are the moments that make all the craziness worthwhile. I won’t miss some moments but I sure as heck will miss these ones. The other day he turned around unprompted and kissed me on the lips #melt.
Snacks are distributed, we play a bit football and baby style badminton outside (I swear this boy with his epic coordination will be the next Andy Murray one day – you heard it here first).
My least favourite hour of the day is normally when we all get home from nursery – tired and hungry. I think fellow parents call it ‘the witching hour’ or the ‘wine opening hour’. For around 30 minutes both kids are normally screaming for my attention – ‘juice right now Mummy’, ‘Mummy where is my dinner?’ and ‘Mummy I am soooo hungry’. Sometimes it is so loud and intense that I just have to laugh from disbelief. By the time the hubs gets home I am often done in.
I serve dinner up and ignore any comments about why the house is a mess. He is tired, hungry and grumpy too – I get it.
After the dishes and a bit more work I head out to the gym. That doesn’t sound very relaxing but I swear exercise keeps me sane. Those couple of hours out of the house also keep me feeling grounded after what can feel like groundhog day. You see, kids need routine and structure. That is all good and well but it can start to grate a little for me.
After the lazy comment I had two options. I could go nuts or I could take deep breaths and remove myself from the situation. I chose wisely and went upstairs to read. Firstly though I felt the need to check google. I typed in lazy –