This week was the beginning of my newish stay at home mum role. I’ve done it before, on and off over the last six years, mixing it up with full time work.
This week, my husband went back to work.
This week, I navigated school and daycare drop off and pick up on my own. The logistics of this with three kids, in a city, and huge school, is far more complex than that of our time in the tiny mining town of Roxby Downs.
This week, it was time to get my hug-a-bub baby carrier out of the box and keep my hands free for walking my six year old to his classroom, for hugging him, and telling him that it’s only a matter of time before he makes some new friends (I talk with my hands).
This week, was the week I had been preparing for.
The week, I would build my new routine.
This week, was all about multi-tasking – that’s what motherhood is all about, right.
This week, I was in my head but outside my body. It’s all a bit of a blur to be honest.
It was monotonous, repetitive, exhausting, and at times a logistical nightmare. But this time around, (especially since he who shall not be named just got the snip) I’m aware of how important it is to just stare at my baby, to sleep when he sleeps (ha ha), to cuddle him longer, to feel the softness of his cheeks against my own (face cheeks of course).
Wine time of an afternoon is usually when I would finish my day shift and prepare for night shift. Without this “shift change” it’s hard for a mother to determine when, if at all, the day ends. But I don’t drink wine during the week (mostly) so let me tell you, since Monday, it’s been a reallly (yes 3 L’s) long day.
But Friday has arrived and I have made it through with out any scrapes or bruises, just T-shirts smothered in spew, spit, and snot (yum).
Cheers to all of you out there that got through the week. Let’s take it one week at a time, shall we?