I overheard an exhausted mother utter this while having my morning Americano in a local cafe while Sonny squirmed and floundered in his buggy. She was sat just across from me, unloading to a pregnant friend. Don’t judge me, I know ear-wigging is a bit naughty but I just couldn’t help myself. We’ve all done it, right? She lamented that she’d got the kids ready this morning while her husband scrolled through the news on his phone. This is normal, for her husband. Even though she was justified in complaining, she still tried to explain it away. She even said, “it’s routine, I’m used to it now.” I felt really sad for her and then I realised that this attitude still prevails in the 21st century.
A lot is expected of women, true. We’re traditionally the homemakers, the life givers, the child raisers, all the while in many cases, holding down a part-time or full-time job. Damn, it’s not easy. I’m on maternity leave with the clock counting down to my return to work. I’m adjusting to my new role as mother okay, I hope, but it’s a full-time job looking after a baby while keeping on top of the laundry, the dishes, the bottle cleaning, tidying, cleaning etc.
An average day goes like this:
- Get up and quick shower.
- Feed Sonny.
- Change nappy and get him dressed (sometimes several times if the poo train comes to town).
- Entertain/soothe Sonny.
- Attempt to do some writing.
- Change nappy.
- Try and put Sonny down for a nap. It’s hard to know whether he wants to play or sleep!
- Put on a wash.
- Fold and put away dry clothes
- Feed cat.
- Make lunch for hubby.
- Feed Sonny.
- Wash up dishes.
- General tidy.
- Put on another wash.
- Take Sonny for a walk/get fresh air before my head explodes.
- Supermarket for baby stuff.
- Wash and steralise bottles (several times throughout day).
- Entertain and or soothe Sonny.
- Do a bit of writing.
- Bath time (I might as well be getting a bath too).
- Get Sonny ready for bed.
- Feed Sonny.
- Ah shit, he’s not for sleeping.
- Prepare bottles for during the night/morning.
The above is subject to change obviously and some days are smoother than others. It depends on the boss. My beloved does help, of course. Maybe I feel that I should be doing the lion’s share because I’m not working… wait a minute. I can’t imagine juggling life once I return to work. Working mums are superhuman. Fact.
All said and done, motherhood is wildly rewarding. Sonny is getting more fun by the day. He’s mastering sitting up, rolling and babbling in the cutest way. It makes me turn to jelly. He bloody better not say “dada” first which it’s looking like more and more each day. I know I’ve it easier than a lot of mums out there. If you’re one of them or by some amazing coincidence the woman I overheard this morning (sorry!), slow down and take a breather – something’s gotta give or you’ll break. You’re doing amazing. More than that, you’re a wonder woman. I salute you.