I’m sure there are plenty of mothers around who will understand when I say that sometimes being at home with my two girls is enough to send me certifiably crazy. Miss Two can get up to so much mischief at even the briefest turn of my hear and this inevitably leads to yet more mess for me to clean up. Lately this has involved ‘decorating’ the windows with vegemite, drawing on several pieces of furniture with crayon and putting stickers all over her sisters head. The toys the lie strewn on the floor of pretty much every room seem to multiply of their own accord and while she loves ‘cleaning up in here’ she has yet to work out that this should involved putting things away rather than just removing them from her view. Baby Good is a delightfully happy and quiet baby, but sometimes she doesn’t want to sleep despite her eyes hanging out of her head with exhaustion. Other days she sleeps for a short time only to be woken by a rambunctious Miss Two. Either way she ends up ver grumpy by the afternoon.
What also drives me mad being at home is the washing. Sounds stupid, but it’s everywhere, piles of dirty washing waiting to be get put in the machine, wet washing that I have no room to hang out (I lack forward thinking at times when it comes to the tactics of wash days), clean washing heaped on the couch waiting to be folded and folded washing waiting to be put away. I CANNOT get through it all and seeing it all over my house sends me into fits of despair. I seem to have the machine going constantly, I wash everyday and yet still there is more. And don’t even get me started on the ironing!
My solution to all these problems is to pack the girls up and get them and me out of the house. This works if the house is a mess (90% of the time) and I can’t stand being in it for a second longer or if I’ve actually cleaned up it means it stays clean for longer than five minutes. Usually it’s just a local park or the library where I seek salvation, but since being given our zoo membership in July we have been making regular excursions to the Melbourne Zoo and even Healesville Sanctuary. I pack some snacks and sandwiches, take a drink for us all to share and head off early in the morning (getting there before the school groups arrive is a must). So other than the two dollar parking fee, it’s a free day out that Miss Two loves (despite there not being a whale to visit) and that Baby Good also seems to enjoy between quiet naps in the pram. We all come home exhausted by early afternoon, peace is restored to the household and my mind is rejuvenated ready to tackle the unpredictability of toddlerdom for another week.
So other Mums, where do you seek your salvation when the reality of being home with kids gets all too much?