My big one, my first born summer baby starts school in September, that is just eight and a half months away. Don’t get me wrong I have all kind of emotion about this time. It’s the end of an era (feels like a lifetime), I will doubtlessly miss her and in so many ways it is so very sad. Trust me, I have all the sad feels about this. Then there are day’s like today and quite a few cold winter days for that matter where we have been inside for pretty much most of the day. Days like today I think, thank god.
Thank god she will be doing something with her day that is stimulating. That makes her brain tick over and keeps her interested. Thank god the pressure won’t be on me to keep her and her brother entertained within the four walls of the house and away from their screens all the live long day.
I know what you may be thinking but there is something about parenting two full of beans pre schoolers in the house. Something…impossible?
Is it just me? I always say ‘I find them easier when we’re out’ or ‘they’re so much happier when they’re running around out and about’. I often consider my boy to be so say ‘spirited’ and so full of it he needs a good run around and some energy burning – the similarity to your average pooch is not lost on me.
Then I wonder, is it actually me who needs to be out of the house?
I mean, what do you actually do to entertain a two and three-year old in the house all day?
Once you’ve played the handful of board games they actually have the patience for and ability to play you still have another 11 hours 25 minutes of the day to fill. Not to mention playing those BORED (yes intended) games every day is pretty mind numbing. Re-inserting the sticks into Ker Plunk get’s really old after 17 times before 9am.
We’ve read the 406 book we have in our house. 406 times.
Today we walked to the shop – to get out and buy eggs – where the lady who served us said ‘making cakes again are we?’ So yeah we’ve done that a few times. We’ve baked all sorts, made our own pizzas, we’ve painted, got the play doh out, duple, played shops, nurseries, doctors and watched Frozen 14, 000 times. What else is there to do to fill all the hours of the day?
Surely I am not the only one who feels the guilt for not filling all the hours?
I don’t know about you but I feel less guilty about them plonked in front of the dreaded You Tube if they’ve been out running about like three year olds most of the day.
I know I know, why don’t I just leave them to it? As my nan would say, ‘you can say no, Sarah’.
Well I left them to it this evening as I served up their dinner and this happened…
If it’s not biro on my leather chairs (nail varnish remover is indeed the remover, in case you were wondering) they’re fighting, shouting, not sharing or full blown anarchy is descending. My attempts to put washing away is infiltrated with ‘I’ll help mummy’, which is basically emptying my perfectly folded laundry onto the floor in a heap. Helping me to prepare dinner results in me desperately trying to make sure there are 30 fingers attached to 3 pairs of hands at all times and vacuuming, well no. They either stand in front of it saying, ‘get me mummy get me’ or cling on to the handle shouting ‘MY DO IT MY DOT IT’ simultaneously.
Funnily enough I feel the need to get out of the house as much as they do. If not more. In fact may be it is for my benefit we get out of the house more (LOADS MORE) than we stay in it. I don’t recall in my preparation for parenthood being told just how boring it can be. Sometimes its great fun and it’s hilarious. Sometimes it is down right tedious. Not to mention wracked with guilt over whether you’re actually doing enough or a good enough job.
Days in the house have a funny way of doing this to you. Making you question your parenting, your patience and your sanity. Making you feel all the guilt.
I know it’s particularly hard on these cold and wet days and I know it can probably just be chalked up to a bad day at the office but what is it about parenting in the house that makes the day so damn bloody difficult. Even time in the garden is better spent than within the four walls. Roll on the summer. At least they can run around out back, on the bouncy castle and in their play house where they seem to be happy.
And if summer is a wash out, well let’s emigrate…eh Mr Tammy?!