If “having it all” means being happy and successful in your chosen field of work, bringing up smart, emotionally stable and healthy children while keeping the house clean and husband satisfied, I fail daily – on all levels. Do I still continue to give it a red hot go? Sure. But often it is to the detriment of some aspect of my life. In short, something has to give. Actually not just something. Lots of things.
1. Sex on tap.
When you have an exhausting day at work, the dog has shat on the carpet as a basic fuck you for leaving him alone all day at home and the middle child has roundhouse spewed green bile all over the lounge room rug as you walk in the door, for some reason your ‘come hither’ eyes, have turned into ‘come near me with your penis and I will find a new function for your Swiss Army Knife’ eyes. Often a consequence is that the bedroom action slides a little. Or a lot.
2. Parental supervision.
Once upon a time, I believed I would NEVER be one of those parents who would give their child a device to keep them quiet in public. No damn it, if we were going out, we would be that family sitting serenely sipping tea and telling funny anecdotes. Yeah, no. Trying to make sure all time is quality time, puts major pressure on not only you but the children as well. Hence the equipment comes out. Portable DVD players. DS, phones etc etc. Whatever keeps them amused and allows us, as a couple, time to actually speak to each other has been embraced. Judge as you see fit.
3. Home maintenance
The general housework and cleaning gets put on the backburner. No seriously. My car hasn’t been cleaned out in a year. Minimum. I found a Power Ranger stuck up the Air conditioner vent just yesterday. That and a petrified french-fry. It seriously is the last thing I feel like doing when I get home. Easy solution is to hire a cleaner. But we all know people just clean for the cleaner. So perhaps my answer is just for someone to threaten me with a cleaner..
4. The kids hobbies
Stuff might slip past you that you’d normally notice. Like producing a child who begins to love Nickelback inappropriately.
5. Sobriety
You may start to notice your daily alcohol units start to increase more than is generally acceptable. You get home, you have a wine. You have dinner, you have a wine. You watch telly (while not cleaning or reading your child a bedtime story) and have a wine. You tell yourself you deserve it because you’ve had the kind of day that deserves a wine.
6. The ability to be in the right place
This is why I know, as a working Mum, who is there 5 days a week, that when I become more worried about pacifying the boss, I have lost the having it all battle. It generally starts with some kind of concert. One where your child is a potato, or a gnome or something hideously unimportant to anyone other than yourself. And you are desperate to see it. But on occasions, you will fail at making an appearance at these. And your child will file this kind of behaviour under ‘stuff to throw back in my mother’s face at my best opportunity’. Guilt comes hand in hand with being a working parent. It chokes you at times. None more so then when your child is at the front of an assembly, receiving an award, searching the crowd for the familiar face of their parent so they can show off their award. To hear the words “Mum, I looked for you, but I couldn’t find you” breaks your heart into a few million pieces. And also earns you the shittest parent in the world award.
So above a few examples of what gives in my world. What has to give probably. I used to smugly think I was doing it all. That I had it under control. But now I realise, it doesn’t matter whether I do or I don’t. It matters whether it feels right. For you, for the family unit as a whole and most importantly, the kids. I think I’m operating at about 70%. With room for improvement. Always room for improvement.
Bern keeps busy being a working mother of 3 children, one with Aspergers, renovating the original money pit and drinking too many coffees in the space of 24 hours. She writes beautiful and amusing posts on her blog which you can find here.
What gives in your world?
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God, even without being parents we're expected to juggle it all. I'm supposed to finish a Uni degree, backpack around the world for a few years, get a great job, move out and buy a home, meet a guy and get married all before 30! And if you do actually decided to forgoe something for the benefit of something else (i.e. career over travel, pets over children, study over work), you're met with criticism at every turn. I've learned that the only person who will be happy with my decisions is me and I will never be satisfied if I'm constantly trying to make other people happy!
Bravo Bern. Something we can relate to... And in way you have to laugh or you would cry. There is something about sick kids that brings out...I don't know what really, either the inner Florence Nightingale or the outer Nurse Ratchet.
I was about to respond to your wise and honest blog a while ago when I heard the unedifying sound of the cat about to vomit, of course not on the floorboards but the carpet. This would not have been so bad if I hadn't had an afternoon of gastro symptoms in my lovely youngest child (everyone knows what that involves) who, bless him, first developed symptoms in the cinema while we were watching the Kath and KImderella. He loves the foxy morons,( bit unusual I know.) I normally never buy popcorn and when I coughed up the dough for it I was miffed at the cost and obesogenic size. But I can highly recommend Hoyts popcorn containers as spew buckets. After disposing of it's contents with the help of staff who had been summonsed by my oldest child and cleaning him up we went back into the the thankfully not very full cinema.
but my troubles did not end. Instead of marvelling at my dexterity at carrying the bucket of spew out without tipping it on other cinema goers, ( believe me it was heavy) the eldest child curses me because she missed 10 minutes of the movie. Then number 1 Kath and Kim fan was indignant that he wasn't allowed to eat lollies within minutes of chundering. Funnily enough we all carried on watching and laughed until the credits rolled.
After all this should probably douse the place in dettol I suppose...then again maybe I'll have a nightcap.