So it’s been 5 months now since I became a SAHM. In case you don’t know the back history this was a choice I made after being made redundant in March and why I started to blog. Yes, I know, I was lucky enough to be able to make that decision so I shouldn’t be moaning about things.
However 5 months on, it has been pretty much life changing and hard, and to be honest it still is for me. So let me share with you the things that I really truly hate and seem to struggle with about being a SAHM. So in no particular order we have..
Mealtimes: I hate meal times with a fucking passion. In fact I have always hated organising dinner so it’s just not since the kids came along. But really having to organise meals for a day and then plan a week really does my head in. My husband isn’t a foodie at all, so eating to him is something you need to do to survive. So asking him what he would like to eat for dinner is rather pointless, “not fussed” or “whatever” are the usual response! To make matters worse he can’t really cook either, I blame his mum and first wife for that one! Then there is the delights of my little angels, luckily the Son No 2 will still hoover anything I put in front of him but not Son No 1. It is a constant battle to get him to eat his dinner, unless of course it is baked beans. Many a day I have spent cooking meals for him, for him to turn around and refuse to eat, he won’t even taste the bloody stuff. At the moment he doesn’t like, pasta, rice, noodles or potatoes.. Oh, why do I bother, perhaps a diet of baked beans will be good for him!
Housework: I am not talking about the tiding up of things. I mean the actual back breaking tedious housework of mopping floors, dusting, cleaning sticky finger prints of doors etc. We used to have a cleaner when I was working who would pop in for a couple of hours a week to do all this. But on stopping work I decided we didn’t need her anymore, oh what a bad move that was. I resent the fact that I have to do all of this, I know I am at home and have the time to do it but that doesn’t make it any better. Mr P would be happy to do some of it during the weekend but then that would eat up what valuable family time we have in the weekend. So big question is do I get the cleaner back? No, as I can’t justify it really if I am at home twiddling my thumbs.
Children Chitchat: Not talking about the funny day to day chit chat with my boys what I am talking about is mothers I meet who incessantly talk about their little darlings and their deeds. Let’s get this straight, “yes I am a mum but I have been on this fair planet for the best part of 40 years and in that time I have done more than give birth to two little mini me’s. I have in fact done many things like, swum in the Borneo rainforest, canoed down the Zambezi, and ridden elephants, does that interest you? No? Then why do you think I am interested in what your little darling is doing and what he\she got on their report card? Please is there anything else you would like to talk about, any current affairs, I will even do celebrity gossip?”
School Holidays: Nothing needs to be said about this other than they seem to be on holiday all the time and it fucks up MY routine!
So as you can see it’s a short list, and it is getting better. The good points really are starting to outweigh what I hate or struggle with.
The one thing that is making it better for me is having the opportunity to watch the relationship and companionship between my sons develop and grow. The idolisation of the eldest from the younger, the teaching, torture and tormenting from the eldest to the younger, the battle for possession of toys (the eldest hides them!), the ongoing violence, the ability of the youngest to ‘hold his own’ in battle, all interrupted by small bouts of genuine warmth to each other and playing together nicely. Things I wouldn’t see if I was working...