It’s 6:30am, I fumble under the pillow trying to stop the music eminating from my phone that is my wake up alarm, I snooze it, desperately grasping at another 10 minutes sleep, it evades me and slowly my mind wakes, shortly followed by my body.
It’s 6:50am and I’m stood in the kitchen making three packed lunches, but every one has to be slightly different….with/without ham, dairylea triangle/grated cheese, wotsits/monster munch….constant interruptions “mum, where’s my tie?”, “mum, what are you doing?” (Really? I stood making sandwiches and he can’t tell what I’m doing!?), “mum, can I have….?” and so on.
It’s just gone 7:00am…time to get myself sorted. I go to the bathroom and almost trip over the cats who are after food, after detour to feed the cats I make my way back to the bathroom. All the while I’m in there I’m batting back answers…”mum, can I go to club tonight?”, “mum, where’s the money I raised?”, “mum, can you sign my form?”.
7:30am, I’m finally dressed and ready. Back to hunting for that elusive tie…as he goes out the door I spot it on the chair, I grab it and go after him….too late, he’s on the school bus and it’s just pulling away.
I go back in and put the tie on the radiator so he will find it tonight. The other one is still inside, watching the end of something or other on TV, but not for long, we need to leave at 7:45am to take him to the childminder’s home and then onto work before 8:30am.
Today it seems that the roads are full of Sunday drivers even though it’s Monday. Leaving the childminder’s I find myself behind an elderly man who seems unsure of where he is going, so instead of driving near the speed limit of 30 mph, it is just above 10 mph, a cyclist passes him on the inside, (lucky sod) I’m stuck, there’s only one lane each way on this road. After what seems like an eternity he turns off. Yay! I can actually put the car into 3rd gear!
I turn onto the dual carriageway and finally get to blast along at 70 mph for a while, making up the time lost behind Mr Go Slow.
At 8:31am I arrive and sign in at work. I sit at my desk, but just as I’m signing into the computer, I get asked if I can cover my colleague for 10/15 minutes, (she is in our upstairs office today, while I am based in the downstairs office), I leave my stuff on the desk and head upstairs.
As my colleague is waiting for a visitor, I decide to get everything ready for her for when she comes back up. I get together the diary (after hunting high and low), put the mobile on charge and get the box files that are needed for the day. Another member of staff brings in a cup of tea, but it’s not for me, it’s for my colleague who is downstairs.
The doors open at 9:00am and the public are in, I make my way back downstairs….the start of a busy day and hopefully a cuppa awaits.
Fast-forward to 4:40pm
I’m in the car and about to head home. I decide to call to the shop and get something for tomorrow’s lunch. I gather a few bits in my basket and head to the checkouts – there are fully laden trollies at all five checkouts. I join what appears to be the shortest queue behind a mum with a young child. She is close to tearing her hair out…I smile at her and try to engage the young child so that she can sort her shopping, she smiles back grateful. She kindly says that I can go ahead as she has so much shipping and will be a while. I thank her and move forward. I remember my children like that and used to get just as stressed. I offer a magazine to the child, they hold it like it is treasure…it gives mum a minute or two and that’s what she needs to keep going.
I get home at the same time as dad with the youngest (eldest is already home as the school bus gets home before us). As we walk in, I hear the inevitable “What’s for tea?”, I put my bag down and head to the kitchen to start what I think is my other job (the one not paid with money, but love…. sometimes!).
Tea made and eaten, I sit down, grateful to switch off for half hour. I don’t know how those other mum’s do it, I’m knackered just trying to get through the day. To then do all sorts of activities with the kids, take them to clubs and friends houses and to still have a life themselves….they really are miracle workers in my eyes.
The closest I get to being wonder woman is that I wonder where I left my keys, if I’ll ever get to the bottom of the washing pile or how will I make the shopping budget stretch further again this week?!