I read an article this morning about the amount of things mums do before 9am, before the day even starts for most people. I’m a new single mum with two boys. There is part of me that says no I don’t do that much and anther part that says I’m exhausted I must have done more!!
This morning I’m shattered but I’ve been a little organised the night before so things should be a bit easier this morning. But that depends on the kids so really I have no idea how organised I am. So I stay in bed as much as I can until 7am and try to get some sleep while they play in their rooms.
1) 5.30am youngest gets up. Take him into my bed hoping he will go back to sleep.
2) 5.50am my oldest gets up. I explain it’s not morning and he needs to sleep a bit longer. (I already know I am wasting my time)
3) 6.10am they are both up running around and I hear the first crying. I sort out who is to blame and hope I can dose for just another 10mins.
4) it’s 6.50am I should be grateful but I’ve not slept properly in nights and this is just the start to another day. I pull my hair back into a ponytail. It’s quick, easy and keeps it out of my way.
5) First thing I do down stairs is let the dog out which reminds me I’ve not been yet myself. (Hope my bladder can last a bit longer)
6) We have breakfast together, at least we all eat the same.
7) I make the kids lunches. Some negotiations needed here so that it isn’t a lunch box full of sugar.
8) While making sandwiches the kids see the bread and ask for toast after their cereal.
9) While the toast cooks we make a start on today’s reward charts. Hopefully this might encourage them to get dressed themselves. (What kids will do for a sticker)
10) I empty half the dish washer while I eat a slice of toast. Not sure if I should eat slower or empty the dishwasher faster.
11) I’ve been down the stairs for about half an hour and I realise I’ve still not emptied my bladder. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable now. I nip to the toilet while they eat their toast. I’m shouted to come down and sort out another screaming match.
12) I’m followed back upstairs with by youngest and I’m shouted to put cartoons on. But there isn’t the ones he wants so he’s not happy.
13) I quickly get myself dressed while I ask my youngest to start getting dressed. (The promise of a sticker isn’t helping here)
14) They are both up the stairs now and I have to tell them no more jumping, bouncing or bouncing on their knees while on my bed.
15) Stickers aren’t working so I pause TV to encourage them both to get dressed. (Another argument nearly starts as they fight over the gruffalo outfit that neither of them are wearing.)
16) finally we get some movement my oldest dresses himself and I start to help my youngest.
17) We all brush our teeth together.
18) Then I have to chase my youngest downstairs to finish getting him dressed.
19) Put every light in the house back off for about the 4th time this morning
20) Decide I should do something useful this morning and put a load of washing on.
21) Next I encourage the boys to tidy rooms, think between them they might have picked up one toy.
22) Then I need to redress my youngest since he has put his trousers o9njn back to front.
23) Go back and finish emptying the dishwasher.
24) Let dog out again.
25) Open blinds and curtains throughout the house.
26) Find money to pay fees for childcare and take that form that’s got emergency contact details back to them at the same time.
27) Negotiate where kids are staying and eating dinner. (They are with me, but want to go to their grandparents)
28) Put everything in the car, bags, lunches etc.
29) Chase kids to get them in the car.
30) Take kids to childminder so I can go to work for a rest
This was an easier day, often it’s much more frantic than this. But when people say that they are amazed at how well I’m coping I suppose I am starting to see what they mean.