A working mum is happy just to…GET OUT OF THE HOUSE

It’s a blooming good job I only work Monday to Wednesday.

Because by Wednesday, the house is just about standing.  After only three days.  The fridge is empty, the washing is overflowing and the bin is trying to draw attention to itself with a smell that can only be described as putrid.  Well you can give up, Bin.  There just ain’t no time to do anything but GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.

The week starts off serenely enough.  And Mondays even seem to be quite organised.  I have clean clothes to wear.  There is milk in the fridge.  Beaver is cooperative and dresses herself.  Bookbags are packed and contact books read and commented on.  Daddy Pig is out of the house by 7.45 AM with kids in tow and I have 20 minutes to tidy up and empty the dishwasher.  We are all doing what we should be.  A perfect ‘working’ family.

Ha ha.

A mere 36 hours later and the picture is looking rather different.  We get in from nursery late.  Beaver decides she doesn’t want a bath and, too tired to argue, I let her have a cat’s lick. Which is the only time the cat comes in useful.  Godivy is unusually fractious and irritated by everything and everyone.  I am suddenly feeling lethargic.  How can things unravel so quickly in such a short time?

Wednesday morning is the climatic point of implosion.  Made even more laughable by the fact that Daddy Pig has to do two drop offs.  Beaver to nursery.  Godivy to Grandma’s.  He should leave by 7.30 AM.  Which is usually about the time he is getting in the shower.  And Beaver is still lounging about on the sofa watching Postman Pat.

Yesterday morning we actually had a pit-stop where we both dressed Beaver in Grand Prix, tyre change fashion just to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.  Daddy Pig was in charge of clothing, I was in charge of accessories.  Yes, accessories.  Because it doesn’t matter how late we are, when you are three there is always time to worry about which necklace and hairclips you are going to wear.

photo (3)Beaver trotted out of the front door looking like some sort of exotic dancer but we were so happy to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, we couldn’t have cared less.  Godivy, meanwhile, seemed to have missed the pit-stop altogether and turned up at Grandma’s still in her pyjamas and smelling like a barnyard animal.

When Thursday morning arrives, I can breathe a sigh of relief.  Sort of.  And spend the next few days restoring the house to its naturally, harmonious state.  Ahem.

Because before we know it, we are looking down the barrel at Monday.

When it starts all over again.

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    10 thoughts on “A working mum is happy just to…GET OUT OF THE HOUSE

    1. Rachel

      Having just returned from an emergency pit shop to get milk and bread, returned home to clean our place (because we have a nanny on Fridays and otherwise the hob would never get cleaned) I am more than relieved to hear that someone else manages the chaos in a similar manner! On that note I am off to bed with grand delusions of cleaning the bathrooms in the morning pre-work……keep up the good work Amy, loving your blog, its truly brilliant! Xx

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    2. Heather Von St James

      Hi I’m Heather! Please email me when you get a chance, I have a question about your blog! LifesABanquet1(at)gmail.com

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    3. Lisa

      Ditto! Except I get the pleasure of taking our two monkeys to nursery and back in the day I used to listen to my music on the way to work. These days i get various child songs…on repeat. Sometimes I get so lost in it that I realise I’m still listening to them AFTER I’ve dropped the monkeys off!

      Next blog about the perils of getting monkeys to cooperate bath/bedtime routine? When the stroppy 3 yr old only wants mummy and 17 stories before going to bed?!

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    4. Claire Bushell

      I’m with you on this only rather jealous that you’re able to establish order at some point during the week! Madly, I work (school hours at least) Mon – Fri and most of Saturday and so leave only Sunday for catching up at home only mostly I’m then either collapsing or just being with my children – anything rather than face the chaos of a kitchen or the mountainous pile of ironing! I try and squeeze housework in the odd gaps in the mornings, in-between rushing around transferring the children from play dates to scouts, etc and after they’ve gone to bed if I can stay awake long enough (bedtime is my time to really catch up with my boys and exhausting as it is I treasure that opportunity)! Each weekday morning, I’m usually rushing in late with my boys to school but I feel like I deserve a medal for JUST GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!

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    5. Notmyyearoff

      Haha this is Soooo us, and my son is only 2 yet. We are forever running late, running around like headless chicken and piling into the car. And z only has to go his grandmas!

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    6. Suzanne

      Phew! I’m exhausted just reading this! I love your description of the ‘pit-stop’ style of dressing- I remember those days. Thank the Lord my kids get themselves ready these days. Our house looks similar to the one you describe most days, and I only work Tuesdays and Fridays – no excuse! Popping over from POCOLO x

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    7. Izzie Anderton

      Sounds familiar!! Up until last December I also worked 3 consecutive days every week. I was always astounded at just how quickly everything in the house unravelled when I had neither the time nor energy to do anything about it!

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    8. Verily Victoria Vocalises

      This is EXACTLY how my household is every week – always starting off with the best intentions and then slowly going downhill as the week goes on ready to start again the following week! I take comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one! Thank you so much for linking to PoCoLo again xx

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    9. EmmaMT from CakesBakesAndCookies.com

      Been there. Done that! I seem to forget how long it takes just to get their coats on… and mine are 6 & 9 and should really be able to do this quickly! It takes a good 15 minutes to get out the door by the time they get their bag/teddy/blanket/thing for school!!!!

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