Being a stay at home Mum with very limited support is pretty tough going sometimes and like anything, there are good days and bad days. Yesterday was a bad day. A very bad day in fact.
It all started by me turning up at the wrong church while trying to attend a new baby group in the morning. A friend of mine suggested it and we thought we were talking about the same place, but turns out that we weren’t and I ended up in a different village. Not a good start. I decided not to let that put a dampener on my day and as the boys were both snoozing in their pushchair, I took a walk around the village.
I decided to call Mr. C and tell him about the mix up while pushing the pram back to the car, when an elderly lady noticeably marked her disgust… a Mum on her phone? Obviously a terrible parent. Because she was an elderly lady and you have to respect your elders, I just forced a smile (which I think just angered her further). Had she not been an elderly lady, I probably would have noticeably marked my disgust at her sheer nosiness and unwarranted judgement.
After my walk, I bundled the boys back into the car and set about turning around to head home. Halfway through turning the car around, a cat meanders in front of the car and sits down. After trying to shoo the cat to no prevail, I then spend 10 minutes undertaking what felt like a 20 point turn in the tiny space I had left. Bloody cat!
During my 15 minute drive home, some crazy lady – who was either running very late or was a complete psychopath – drove 4 inches behind my car. A majority of the drive was in a 50 mph speed limit, so as you can imagine, this put me on edge. She eventually decided to overtake me once I had reached my village high street and nearly took two pedestrians and the side of my car with her. What a muppet!
Just before my road, a van a few cars in front takes a right at the very last minute and everyone behind them had to slam on their brakes. I left myself plenty of time to stop, the van behind me very nearly didn’t and ended up stopping centimetres before crashing into me.
Finally home and with my nerves shot to bits, I unbundle the boys from the car and announce to them and myself that we are all going to have a lovely rest of the day! I place Elijah on his playgym and drag out the painting easel for Oliver. The second the paint touches the paper, Elijah decides actually he’s not a fan of his playgym today and fancies sitting in his bouncer so that he can watch his brother do painting instead… typical.
During the 90 seconds that it takes me to move Elijah from the playgym to the bouncer and strap him in, Oliver has attempted to eat paint, drop a paintbrush on the floor, stepped in black paint and the easel has collapsed. Oliver is now hysterical, and running black paint though my house (and beige carpet), Elijah decides this is all a bit too dramatic for his liking and actually would quite like to be out of his bouncer now. I now have two children is hysterics, a house covered in paint, a broken Christmas present and that is when it comes out… “Can everyone just please STOP and be quiet”. There was a brief silence before everyone (including myself) breaks down in tears.
I’ve never yelled around my children before, I’ve never even come close really. It just not how I parent and it’s not a way of parenting I personally believe in.
It was at this moment – where I was completely at a loss with what to do – that Oliver stopped crying and walked to the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge. I composed myself and made both of the boys some milk. Oliver cuddled up to me, while I fed Elijah and calmness fell back over my house. After their milk, they both had a nap, which lasted long enough for me to clean up the paint, repair the easel and drink a hot of cup of tea.
Being a stay at home Mum with very limited support is pretty tough going sometimes and like anything, there are good days and bad days. Yesterday was a bad day. A very bad day in fact. But yesterday was yesterday, so that is where I’ll leave the judgemental elderly lady who thinks that mothers shouldn’t have phones, that is where I’ll leave that stupid bloody cat, that is where I’ll leave the paint being run through my house and that is where I will leave my bad day. Because not every day is a bad day. Today was a good day. Today was a very good day in fact.