A Busy Day for the Suburban Housewife
Busy busy.
Get children ready to leave the house.
Drop first born at school. Drop second born at another Playcentre Mum's house to take on the Playcentre trip. Take third born to Playcentre with me. Work at Playcentre. Clean Playcentre in the wake of my toddler tornado. Drive to library A to return overdue books and pay fines. Drive to library B to return overdue books and pay fines. (Note: We don't do overdues here. No, really, we don't. I can't believe the system fell over....).
Anyway. Drive to central city suburb. Find park miles away from house. Walk to house to collect second born. Have to have a wee sit down. Gratefully accept invitation to lunch.
Home again, child wrangle, doze on chair with two sleeping children draped over me. Wake two sleeping children. Drag crying children into car. Extract children from car. Collect first born from school with minutes to spare.
Feed and water children, send first born to room to calm down. Clean thrown milk off floor, table and boy. Tackle breakfast dishes. Wash struggling toddler's face and hands. Change struggling toddler's nappy and top. Back into town. Collect Playcentre photocopying. Walk to Brendon's work. Supervise three excited children in work lobby. Distract toddler from throwing pebbles (resident in attractive child-height planter boxes) and sticking hands in automatic doors.
Man takes children home while I indulge in the Rites of Spring (that would be the seasonal wax of the winter coat). Yes, ripping the hair off my body counts as adult leisure time.
Bus home. Eat the remains of the family's fish and chip dinner. Forget to do Playcentre reports due that day.
Get children ready to leave the house.
Drop first born at school. Drop second born at another Playcentre Mum's house to take on the Playcentre trip. Take third born to Playcentre with me. Work at Playcentre. Clean Playcentre in the wake of my toddler tornado. Drive to library A to return overdue books and pay fines. Drive to library B to return overdue books and pay fines. (Note: We don't do overdues here. No, really, we don't. I can't believe the system fell over....).
Anyway. Drive to central city suburb. Find park miles away from house. Walk to house to collect second born. Have to have a wee sit down. Gratefully accept invitation to lunch.
Home again, child wrangle, doze on chair with two sleeping children draped over me. Wake two sleeping children. Drag crying children into car. Extract children from car. Collect first born from school with minutes to spare.
Feed and water children, send first born to room to calm down. Clean thrown milk off floor, table and boy. Tackle breakfast dishes. Wash struggling toddler's face and hands. Change struggling toddler's nappy and top. Back into town. Collect Playcentre photocopying. Walk to Brendon's work. Supervise three excited children in work lobby. Distract toddler from throwing pebbles (resident in attractive child-height planter boxes) and sticking hands in automatic doors.
Man takes children home while I indulge in the Rites of Spring (that would be the seasonal wax of the winter coat). Yes, ripping the hair off my body counts as adult leisure time.
Bus home. Eat the remains of the family's fish and chip dinner. Forget to do Playcentre reports due that day.
Labels: Playcentre, Suburban housewife
posted by Mary at 8:44 pm
4 Comments:
What a day Mary ... I'm shattered just reading this. And being pregnant as well - you are amazing! I loved your thoughtful comment on my blog post, it was great. And LOL at the 'winter coat' I can't belive that my irregular waxing is my big treat either!
Under non-pg circumstances that would deserve a 1/2 bottle of vino!
You're having another baby Mary? Congratulations! I hope you get some restful days after this one.
Sandra - yes, about nineteen weeks at the moment, so almost halfway there!
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