It was just like any other day. Wake up- pray- set my feet down from the bed and….dun dun dun…my day begins. Sometimes I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Commando. If I could make you visualize the antics and preparation, it will be when he did all these as he got ready for war.
I’ve attended a parent meeting where one of the speakers condemned parents who looked forward to their schools resuming so they could find relief. After that meeting, I always wanted to be all and everything to my kids and not complain even when my stress level is like that of Kevin’s adopting administrator in the movie -Home Alone. In clear words: Being the perfect Mom. I realized that everything was being put in place at home except me. I was falling apart. This long summer holiday has not been nice. Why would they even make holidays that long? I just don’t have time for anything than the little ones. Cardio? Who’s got time for Cardio? When you’ve got : pick up toys- chase kids to bathe- convince to eat- reconvince to eat, then repeat. When you do that 5 reps. You’d be fine. Trust me, those calories are going.
But not today! Today was one of the Enough-of-being-the-perfect-Mom days. After grooming the kids for the day, I still felt a bit sleepy and weak because of the lack of sleep I had the previous night. But these kids won’t let me be great. So I had a plan. I let Daddy finish up and go about his business (Daddy is always their lifesaver, making me feel like the bad one). He left. Now I had the house to myself and on a typical day, I’d be yelling “Put that thing down” ” No, don’t climb! No don’t tear that book! Take those shoes back! Yadeeyadeeyadeeya!”So much you get exhausted from talking. Not this time, people. I just went back to bed. Went under the covers and laid calmly. Bruno Mars’ ‘Lazy song’ kept playing in my head and I whistled that part out loud. Lol. Our house is childproof and I still looked around for anything that could cause harm, Nothing! So I was covered…literally. My kids looked at me in great wonder. I bet they were thinking, “Mom, this is the part where we start making you mad and you yell all you want”. So I laid in bed, looked at them and drifted off. In my sleep, I could hear their clanging and banging of toys. I always woke up in between and I found out they are on to new stuff. Saw my daughter, wearing my expensive wig with her tiara. Yell? For what? I didn’t have such energy. She saw me looking at her and told me, “Mommy, please can you go back to sleep?”. Oh I bet she was having the time of her life. With all pleasure, I went back. I opened my eyes again and there were tonnes of shredded papers and toilet papers on the floor. This is the part where I unleash my wrath? No, thank you. I went back to sleep. My kids felt they weren’t doing enough justice, so they brought down all their toys, but this time they brought all to my bed where I laid. And my shoes too! All poured out around me like confetti. Probably, to finally tick me off. This wouldn’t happen on a typical Mom-watch day. I laughed when I saw it. I said a little mantra, “Bubu, you are more than this. Bubu, you’re gonna stay calm. Breathe in and out. Whooosah! Whooosah!”
Oh they screamed! They sang loudly every possible song they could remember. I was determined to sleep through it all. Slowly, I heard some cooling down. I woke up. My older child (The Chief culprit) had slept off out of exhaustion. Her brother was obviously bored and I could see that he was also on his way to wonderland. I pulled him close to me and he just cuddled me and slept off instantly. Sshhhh! Did you hear that?! It’s called Silence. What I’ve been needing the whole time. Silence to just sit and think and plan and work. Golden!
I tried to wriggle myself away from them, the toys, the shoes and all the mess going on. Now, I had that burst of energy needed for the day and in less than 15 minutes I was done cleaning up. Now, I had all the time to be me and do me. Wine, anyone!
As Moms, I think we spend so much energy preventing kids to make a little mess. I found out, that if you just let them be kids for a little, make them make a mess a little and be patient to clean after them, then everyone can be happy. There are exceptions though(No one scribbles on my wall). One thing I know is you can’t always win. You see, I feel when these kids are sent from heaven, they give them instructions: “Taunt the hell out of your parents. After all, they prayed to have you”. The kids don’t even see you as parents but they see you as super heroes that don’t get tired. Poor things, don’t know we were born by parents just like them.
The job of (stay-at-home) Moms is so hard. As a Mom, I’d say that you won’t win all the time. Sometimes, just say “Enough of being a great Mom”. Let the kids win too and you can clean up after them. Save all the energy. For now, Let’s all hold hands and sing Kumbaya as we wait for the school session to begin.
Moms in the house. What do you do in your “Enough” moment? I heard some Moms give their kids Cough Syrup. Hahaha. Please don’t oh! That’s dangerous! Or do you just leave home entirely? Can’t wait to hear your stories cos I know I’m not alone in this.
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