Last week of the school term before Christmas EQUALS stress on a bike.
The kids are harassed by their excitement levels and unsettled by the changes in school routine, whilst I have been madly trying to get 'everything done' before they break up. I have proven this week that I still have the most brilliant organisational skills, with days in my diary being organised by the hour and a tight schedule completely honoured. And through it all the family have been fed and watered, the house kept within acceptable cleanliness limits, the pets well cared for, and my business duties completed. And I still had time to get my nails and eyebrows done for a night out. I'm every woman, I sing, it's all in me.
I even scheduled in the kids trauma leaking. Between the hours of 3.30pm and 5pm deal with highly combustible children who will stab each other in the eye in as soon as look at each other. Between the hours of 7pm and 8pm, deal with rudeness and nasty words from Son.
Anything you want done baby, I'll do it naturally.
Last night - Friday night - I had the pleasure of attending a Murder Mystery meal with four other great women whom I have the honour to call my friends. We didn't solve the murder, but we did have a night off from all of out troubles. I'm not sentimental, as you'll know reader, but I will say that I felt blessed last night. Better friends a woman couldn't hope to have.
Next week, I am, for the first time, juggling childcare with working and so another stage of my life begins because I haven't ever had to do that before.
After that, all I have to do is dare to enjoy Christmas.
5 comments:
I hope you do. I wonder if having that crowd of friends actually IN your house would subdue les enfants mechant?
A tantrum is always the centre of attention, but a loud party going on is stiff competition ...
My parents beat the shit out of me, and if we had lived in England they would have shut me out in the snow - guaranteed to engender submission. just sayin.
I commend and admire your forbearance and wish you some peace soon.
x x
There's a part of these kids that would love me to really punish them, because that's what they understand, but, Ha! Sorry! Nope! Not ever gonna turn me into that sort of person. It's more peaceful this year than the last two years... gives me hope for the future:)
Hope things are festive down under and you're set for a good time xx
I curtsey to your fortitude.
have evil relationship with own dtr 38 yrs old. gave her a privileged childhood to no point whatsoever.
my dear friends adult dtr has just made her a mental health appointment.
friend is most well-adjusted person i know, her dtr needs a slap.
Christmas for Only Child, divorced, me is alone, pet-sitting, and very happy that way (not for first time). various friends describe their nightmare family christmases and make me grateful. also it will be stinking hot here - think of that while you huddle by the fire.
very best wishes across the Indian Ocean and African incontinent,
Annie O'Dyne aka MS, HG, Brownie
I'm in awe of you honouring the tasks in your schedule. I normally get about a quarter done. Let us know how the childcare and work goes. If you manage that, I'll be so green with envy that I'll boycott your blog... For about an hour. : )
Had a scary moment tonight when my carefully organised schedule was thrown by a visitor arriving too early! But other than that, totally on track, with one last errand to run tomorrow and then THAT IS IT! Even up to date with the laundry... sorry Fernando!
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