Bugger the Housework – my babies won't wait.
Today is Sunday, the weekend.
Remind me again, what’s that??
We have all been sick all of this week and most of last week – there has been weezles and sneezles, coughing and vomits.
There has been man-flu and ear-ache.
Lots of antibiotics, cough syrup, panadol and eucalypt oil.
We could open our own chemist I reckon.
We are exhausted and drained, I am still feeling like a shadow of myself, but today we are all feeling a bit better. We are on the mend.
Hubby is going to work.
(finally, or I think I may maim him)
I made chocolate cup-cakes yesterday and we had them for breakfast today, because we could.
The boys thought it was Christmas after a week of grumpiness, lethargy and general grottiness.
what a treat!
Our house is a tip.
|The lounge – total chaos with lego everywhere. G Man is in the toyroom watching Mickey Mouse Christmas for the third time this morning and Master J is playing the Duplo Lego game on the eee-pad.
|Where is our dining table? Under all that crap somewhere…..
|This is (half of) my clean washing pile that needs to be sorted, folded and put away. Whatever.
|These are my festering dishes – including the cup-cake mix bowl. Sigh.
|This is in the kids bathroom – there is another pile of dirty washing twice as big in our bathroom.
|I wont show you our bathroom – worse, way worse.
SO you know what I have decided to do today?
Spend the day loving and cuddling with my babies. Giving them my kisses and attention. Breathe them in.
I will help Master J get the lego present from the rabbit to the lion in his game and then I will snuggle with G Man and get lost in the Magical World of Disney.
Beautiful time well spent.
One of the things I love about Mr Point Five, is that I know he would agree.
He will leave for work in an hour and walk into the same cesspit tonight that he left this morning (well, I prolly will have done the dishes cos that’s just gross) and he wont care how I have spent my day, as long as our boys are well loved, looked after and we are all happy.
The expectation I put on myself to live up to other peoples standards can go take a hike today. I think one of the hardest things about being a SAHM is the pressure we put on ourselves to live how we think we ought to. I am just not built to be fastidiously neat and tidy and that’s OK. I am a great mum and an extremely average house wife. Deal with it.
I am trying not to beat myself up about it. I put judgement that just isn’t there into my husbands eyes – if he doesn’t judge me, why should I? Its our house, our life, our family and we are happy.
Happy as the proverbial pig in mud 🙂