Both the kids have been sick over the last few weeks with different things, hand, foot and mouth, tonsillitis, high fevers, all of this has meant more nights with less sleep than usual. I was at breaking point the other day and crying told my husband I just want a break from the kids. That statement is not accurate. Its not so much that I want a break from the kids but a break from myself and my ‘mum brain’.
In order to actually rest I would need to go back in time to a time when –
- I thought that when parents said they hadn’t had a full nights sleep in years that they were exaggerating, hell I’m five years into broken sleep and I still don’t see an end in sight. I could count on my fingers and toes the number of full nights sleep I’ve had since having my kids and most of them meant I was in a different house to my kids!
- I thought that being sick and having to stay home in bed was terrible. Oh what I would give to have a sick day when I could stay at home and look after no-one but myself.
- I thought I was busy!!!! Oh how I laugh when I look back on my pre-child self who thought she was busy. Working full time even as a registrar sitting exams sure I was out of the house a lot but when I got home I got to sleep, or watch TV or do whatever the hell I wanted.
- I thought that going to the toilet was something to be done in privacy not a spectator sport. I and many other parents no longer have shame as we converse with our kids while we wee, or they climb onto our knee for a cuddle whilst releaving yourself. How I long to go back to a time when this was not normal behavior.
- See above but for taking a shower.
- I could drink a cut of tea in peace and quiet. I read this wonderful article about how this mum had transformed her life by getting up a bit earlier to have a cup of tea in peace prior to her children waking. What I hadn’t factored in was that my two year old has the senses of a ninja. I swear she hears my eyes open, my covers rustle and she is there!!!! Sometimes I don’t even hear those squishy little feet pad down the hall after me and she stands and stares at me from the hall way daring me to escape once I realise she is there! I have been known to leave for a run without my runners on just to escape. She’s cute but how the hell is she always there.
- I hadn’t developed mummy ninja senses. I can no longer sleep deeply, I hear a cough, a murmur, an out of place rustle of bed clothes and I am awake, don’t even talk to me about having your new baby sleep in the same room as you, hang on they don’t sleep anyways so not really an issue. I know the different between a tired cry, a my older brother keeps poking me cry, an I’m faking it to get said older brother in trouble cry and an I’m in pain cry and can zip through my house at lightening speed if it is the latter.
- I didn’t know that babies could cry incessantly for days or months. When frazzled mums came to see me with their crying babies and I couldn’t find anything wrong with them I assumed that the Mum wasn’t trying hard enough to settle them, that she needed to get them into a routine, that they were overtired. Ha bloody Ha well wasn’t I proved wrong with my two little hell raisers.
- I thought that parenting wouldn’t be difficult! I can’t believe I actually thought I would be able to do this thing called parenting. I can’t believe I thought if I just followed a routine with them they would sleep, that dummys were not to be used (you stick it in their mouth and the noise stops, hell I’ll take three just in case), that I would automatically be able to breast feed (apparently mine are just for decoration, I wasn’t blessed by the milk fairies) and that being a good person I would produce well behaved kids (well just ha bloody ha all over again).
If I could erase all of this information from my brain for an hour maybe I could rest and not think about the laundry that needs to be done so my kids have clean clothes, the dinners that need to be made, the lunches that need to be packed, the stories that need to be read, the cuddles that need to be given. Every once in a while it just all overwhelms me. I feel like a bad mum for wanting to be away from my children because even when I am away from them I am thinking about them. The problem is if I erased all of my knowledge from above even for an hour for a rest I would lose the knowledge that my kisses make it all better, that my kids love to cuddle me more than anything else in the world and that feeling of complete amazement the first time I held both of them that I could have possibly made something so beautiful and perfect. My beautiful and perfect children may misbehave and drive me crazy but they also opened my heart to true love. I think maybe I just need to learn to chill out!