Brad has been away all week including today. It wasn't the longest he has ever been away, but it sure felt like it. It bucketed with rain all week and although I tried to slow down, let go of messes and allow myself to serve baked beans on toast one night for dinner, I have just found the last 5 days absolutely gruelling.
Maybe it's the fact that I haven't slept for more than 4 hours straight in 8 months.
Maybe it's the fact that I haven't slept for more than 6 hours straight in 2 years and 8 months.
Maybe it's the fact that I have a two-year-old who insists on taking his shoes and socks off everytime we arrive at the park and everytime we get in the car. But forgets to take his mudcovered boots off as he clambers across the hall carpet.
Maybe it's the fact that I have an 8-month-old who thinks she can stand by herself, takes a step and then topples over and bashes her head.
Maybe it's the fact that I have an 8-month-old who thinks toilet paper is absolutely delicious, and a 2-year-old who thinks that feeding the 8 -month-old toilet paper is absolutely hilarious.
Maybe it's the fact that when I served spaghetti last night, both children decided (while I ducked into the bathroom) that spaghetti is really fun to throw and makes excellent fingerpaint for the floors, walls and every piece of furniture in the kitchen.
Maybe it's the fact that the 2-year-old took said spaghetti out of the fridge this morning while I was still in bed and placed it on the bedside table unbeknownst to me. Then the 8-month-old got hold of said spaghetti (again, unbeknownst to me) and smeared it all over my white pillowcases, sheets and d00na.
(Brightside: this was all on hubby's side of the bed, which he will discover later on tonight).
Luckily, these little tomato-sauce-fingered rugrats also have their angelic moments. Moments like these when they are full or pure joy and they fill me with light and love:
And so, relieved to have a little help tomorrow, (I've declared a strike from all household duties, while insisting that the house will be returned to the exact state it is in this evening at the same time tomorrow- good luck Mister!) I will take a big breath tonight, enjoy an ice cold gin and tonic with extra lime, and raise a toast to all of the Mothers out there with smirks on their faces who know exactly what I am ranting about.
To Mothers. Perhaps your husband doesn't quite get it, as much as he tries, but please believe me when I say: I truly and honestly appreciate the number of times you have been on your hands and knees wiping the kitchen floor this week!!