Most days I can cope with leaving my 3 kids in the care of other people, Daniel at school and the girls at home.
But every afternoon I come home at 17h00 and they all 3 demand my attention at the same time. I cannot pee, it’s almost impossible to change into sweats and I certainly cannot have a conversation with Etienne until after they have all gone to bed.
Some afternoons I want to bash my head against the wall and cry along with them about all the time I don’t get to spend with them. I sometimes, in my really weak moments, resent my husband for not earning more money so that I can be home every day at least when they wake up from their naps. He is after all the one with the MBA stuck in a dead-end job.
This is so much harder than I thought it would be. This being-a-mother-that-has-to-work-thing is a crock of shit.
OK, thanks for reading my little piece of self-pity. I promise tomorrow will be better 🙂
Ai feel your frustration sleep well hope tomorrow is better.
with you on this one!
Sjoe, it’s a hard one this mothering guilt. Sterkte!
It’s always a juggle, and as Luddite Lass says, guilt is a working mother’s constant companion. Hope today is happier.
Ag shame, dont worry you are alowwed some self pity. At least my child comes to work every afternoon, I am lucky. Wish I could wave my magic wand and make it all better for you!! Hang in there!
I also have these days – I think most working moms have them! I usually have ‘7pm meltdown’. When I get frustrated if Tristan hasn’t eaten yet, Connor’s not bathed and in bed, and we’re trying to get supper made, and both kids are whining!
That’s usually when I just want to sneak out the house for a quiet smoke, but feel guilty as hell because I know there’s a million other things I should be doing.
Thanks everyone. Aaahh how I sometimes miss smoking!