Sydney Mum finding motherhood is totes hectic
The almost 1 yr old started day care yesterday. I was eager to drop her off and get back home to an empty, but dirty, house. She was plonked into a high chair, given food and I ran off as quickly as possible.
I’ve been longing for some time alone, and not just a few hours when Faux-husband would walk her, but a really long day without the constant distraction, entertainment, feeding, finding toy pieces and cleaning that have been my day for the last year. I was losing my enthusiasm for parenting, plus feeling worn by about midday, and realising the day was only a little bit over. Thoughts of gin and white wine entered my head. I saw mothers sitting in pubs and thought I may do the same. (note: I live near Redfern so ‘mothers in pubs’ is not a good look)
The first day I vacummed the house, the little one is afraid, no, petrified of the vacumm. Then I went for a swim, cooked a bit, had a sleep, applied for jobs, went on facebook, washed the sheets, and then it was pick- up time.. by then I was eager to see her. I missed her little hands grabbing and patting me constantly, I want to see her eyes show the curiosity of my activities. Having her home in the evening I was energised, I played and talked and we had fun.
She’s in daycare for two days a week & I can finally blog and write again….oh, and look for a job.