A mummy in my ideal world would mean:
Alarm clocks would be banned –
my babies would be able to sleep until they were not sleepy anymore and wake up ready for the day. My time would not be limited by the traffic flow or the corporate clock, my time would be a concept by which time was staggered throughout the day
No extra long school days:
I would be able to pick up my kids when that school bell rang, and not have their aftercare angels gather them for the second half of an already long day. I would be able to bring them home for a relaxing family lunch before we chat and enjoy the day
Bedtime would be relaxing:
I would not have to fit everything into the 2 hours before bedtime. Right now we get home at 6pm and bedtime is at 7:30pm. That leaves 1.5 hours for dinner, bathtime, bedtime stories, a cuddle and evening recap. Impossible to actually enjoy it!
Weekends would be action packed:
In my ideal world I would not be exhausted during the weekend. I woulf not have to catch up on work or clean the house and be able to spend quality time with my family. Weekends would be filled with games, outings and baking!
Hubby and I would have time to enjoy each other
Its been 6 years since we have had a date, 6 years since we have relaxed in bed until 9am, 6 years since we were able to really talk. Our lives would be balanced and we would be able to concentrate on each other while life is passing us by
School holidays would be holidays
Imagine being able to actually go on holiday, having the oportunity to take the kids to the sea and see new places! Holiday club would be an option, not the only choice and the whole family would be excited to leave and a little sad to return
The balance would be easy
I struggle with the balance, with the mummy guilt, the wife guilt and the employee guilt. Having a sick baby draws emotions and energy from each of these areas and often the stress really is caused by irrational guilt at not being perfect. I prioritise family and am proud my support system does too
I probably still would not think I was doing enough
Becoming a wife and a mummy is glorious and terrifying all at once. You are no longer one, suddenly your actions affect others and their reality. All I can do is try to always build up, to always be kind, to speak from love and to understand, I’m only human!
In an ideal would, what kind of mummy would you be?
Manic Mummy K