Here we are half way through the school holidays, and lordy me haven’t the fights started. It doesn’t help that it has turned quite cold outside, and the kids being perpetual bags of snot are not able to go out and play. Thomas is demanding to watch the same dvd on a loop, Lucy is forcing the toddlers to play house and by the sounds of it everyone wants to be the head of the household. I’m waiting for the neighbours to call in a noise complaint. I tried getting them excited about cleaning up the house, but alas they didn’t buy it.
It’s at times like this that I find myself questioning how maternal I really am. Really. And I think I’ve said this before, having children doesn’t necessarily make you instantly maternal.
However I don’t think I am alone here. Last week I watched my mum friends tweet and facebook their apparent joy at the holidays starting. Uh, huh. This week I notice those same updates are starting to twitch a little. It seems that Baby Fight Clubs are popping up all over the place, and I know the rule – you don’t talk about fight club.
What went wrong? Where did all those lovely tweets about spending some quality time with your (cutesy poo, wonderful, gorgeous cherubs) children go? They have been replaced with: Oh gods come save me from my children, before they eat me alive!
Pictures are starting to appear on feeds of children in varying states of disarray, bathrooms painted with toothpaste, bookcases disemboweled and cheeky faces covered with nappy creme. The week before saw pictures of happiness as Easter Bonnet parades went down. Where did we go wrong?
I know my Mum would have loved school holidays with us. That’s because we’d nick off after breakfast and only come back at dark, that is if someone elses mum hadn’t fed us first. Why don’t I have a low maintenance kid like me? That’d rock. I think there is a pressure on Mums now to be seen spending more time with your kids, and there is guilt that comes along with it if you don’t. Having that dvd playing on a loop today is making me feel somewhat (very) guilty, but if think we Mum’s need to cut ourselves some slack before we go completely batty.
So this holidays I’ve decided to chill out, whatever the kids get up I’m going to suck it up shake it off (maybe shout a little, just a little) and repeat a mantra – school goes back on the 28th school goes back on the 28th – as I lock the fridge and pantry for the hundredth time.
Oh,and rant about them on Twitter. What else is twitter for, if not to complain and whine, and substitute in for absent (and very lucky) spouses? 😉