Monday, 13 June 2016
2 hours..it's not a lot but it's plenty!
I love my kids, that's a-given. And I love being a mum. Sometimes though I want to scream my fucking head off!
Sometimes as I read A Squash And A Squeeze for the 30th time in a day (which I do in an hilarious yet brilliant welsh accent which I have perfected) I consider stabbing myself in the eye with the nearest Schliech dinosaur or farm animal or kudu or whatever the fuck that is.
Sometimes the idea of watching Toy Story or bloody Kung Fu Panda makes me want to scratch the skin off my face!
Sometimes as I sing sleeping bloody bunnies for the millionth time in a row I feel like pouring my once boiling hot cup of tea over my head in exasperation.
I don't know why some parts of parenting make me want to harm myself in such alarming ways but it does.
2 hours. 2 hours though seems to be enough to curb the urge to try and self mutilate with a Duplo block.
Unfortunately 2 hours is hard to find with small 2 small children. They rarely nap together and if they do there is shit to be done. Washing needs doing, dishwasher needs loading, kitchen needs cleaning and by the time it's done the 2 hours is more likely to be 5 minutes and a cold cup of coffee.
But when I do get it, when the stars align, the kids magically sync their naps and the clothes, well, stay dirty, it is sodding bliss.
2 hours to do whatever, to do nothing. In the quiet. With no lovable animated character or book with pictures in it, no song that requires actions. It is amazing. It's like hitting reset on my nerves.
Bring on the books, the games the songs. Fuck it, bring on meal time!
Give me 2 hours and I can take on anything!