Yep. That’s me lately. I have a release today, and two next
month, I’m writing two books for two different series and a contemporary thrown
in, then four kids under seven and I’m going a bit crazy.
You ever see those
mothers that drop their kids off to school in their PJs, yeah well that’s me. You
know the one that has bags under her eyes and her hair looks like a nest, yep me again. Now
don’t assume I don’t care, because I do. Trust me, If I didn’t care my kids
would walk to the bus stop by themselves to get to school in the morning,
and I would shove my younger ones in front of the TV. But no, I drive them
after I triple check they have their lunch, recess, homework, reader and checked
their bags for jumpers or hidden toys.
Once older children are at school, I sit and play games with my two, and
four year old. At the moment they both love snap and memory, or my two year old
loves the shape game. We also love
snakes and ladders and a couple of others. Our games usually end in tears as
one of them won more than the other, or some silly reason.
If any mother has a
boys game I can play with a two and four year old, that doesn’t end in them
trying to hit or yell at each other, I’m all ears.
So lunch, and this is where I get dressed and so on, try to
look presentable, and by the time I clean up the bomb that explodes (toys
everywhere) as soon as I’m not with my two youngest. It’s time to pick up older
two now.
My hubby always say, “why on earth does it take you that long to pick
the kids up from school?”
My reply. “It’s my only other adult conversation for the day.”
So, home I came after chatting with friends for half an hour. Then tell kids at
least 20 times to get out of uniforms. By the time that’s done its homework
time. Okay, I don’t Know how much homework you have in America, but in a Australia
my kids seem to have a mountain for year 1 and 2. First we start with spelling words, then a
homework sheet, and lastly the 20 to 25 page, or pages of a book. Once I’ve done
this with two children its dinner time. Lastly,
shower or bath, then bed.
Finally, I sit down and tell myself I’m going to write, but first
I’ll just check Facebook and some blogs, then a couple of hours later, I’m only
getting to write for an hour or so. Then my day starts all again.
All I can
say is I bow down to working mothers, any mothers of any sort. Thank you for
all you do.
Hazel gower
I don't have kids but my bff has a toddler. She's super excited when she gets to shower these days lol
ReplyDeleteThanks Olivia. That sounds abot right.
ReplyDeleteAbout. sorry mummy brain
ReplyDeleteYou're doing a great job. Keep it tp! :)
ReplyDeleteLove that cartoon you added at the end! It's perfect! LOL
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