It's been one of those days and in order to 'deal' with the day I feel like I need to admit my shortcomings.
Hubby is away at the moment. This is not unusual as his job calls for him to spend nights away from the family. So his alarm went off at 4am yesterday morning! (That was my first wake up call). Then for whatever reason both children decided that 5.30am was a perfectly acceptable time to wake and start the day.
It was a pretty enjoyable day to be honest. We had a friend over for the morning (who bought morning tea - I love that!!) with her little boy who is the same age as Noosh. Small interventions were necessary to ensure things didn't end in tears but otherwise was so nice on a pretty dreary Sydney morning.
Heres where things start to deteriorate... bed time! Normally there are 2 of us to do dinner, bath and bed but had to do it all myself. Again not so bad. Noosh is so awesome at going to bed. Once she is in her bed she doesn't get out until the next morning - or so I thought. What a blessing. Tad too is pretty good if he is tired enough. So by 7pm I am pretty drained from having to do everything. Then I get an email from work to say that my first patient in the morning is at 8.30am. Grrrrrr. It takes me about an hour (in traffic) to get to work from the children's nursery but I have to get to their nursery first and they only open at 7.30am. It's going to be another full on morning... but I can do it... heck... I've dropped Noosh off at nursery using buses and walking so I can do this!!
10pm last night Noosh decides that she misses Daddy and I suggest we ring him. So we do. Hubby talks to his darling wee girl and peace reigns again. 10.30pm Noosh quickly becomes unreasonable about wanting to see Daddy so I bring her into our room and bed and tell her she can sleep in Daddy's side of the bed. (Nb. Noosh is not a good bed sharer... she wriggles and wriggles and kicks and squirms). So no sleep was got between 10.30pm and 1am and finally I ask Noosh if she wants to go back to her bed. 'Yes Mummy' was the answer (Doh! Why did I not do that an hour ago??!!)
Finally to sleep at 1am... only to be awoken (yip you guessed it) at 5am and 5.30am by Tad then Noosh.
4 hours sleep ... sigh...
Somehow I manage to stagger through breakfast for children and myself and manage to leave the house at 7.15am in order to get to nursery 5 mins late at 7.35am. 7.45am I am again in my car and attempting to fly in the car above traffic to get to my 8.30am patient. (Chitty chitty bang bang.. were are you my fine 4-fended friend???!!) But I made it (woohoo) and worked to my hearts content.
Further deterioration occurs now.
I collect the children from nursery. Have to do supermarket stop on way home as need milk... Doh! Noosh cries the whole second half of the supermarket escapade... I ignore for sanity reasons. Tad is just a model child... smiles at everyone and melts my heart.
Home at 4.30pm. I inwardly groan as Hubby not home till 9pm tonight so I've got to do dinner, bath, bed all over again by myself. Noosh tired and refuses dinner, cries throughout the duration of her bath and for the duration of me bathing Tad. I now start feeling sorry for myself... I am tired, sweaty (it is so humid here at the moment) and hungry having fed both children, bathed both children and nearly about to put them both to bed. Needless to say I have a short fuse and I may have exhibited said frustration by speaking very 'firmly'. I'm pretty sure Noosh was thinking to herself, 'where did my mummy go? This one isn't very nice.'
However, 7.30pm came with both children in bed. I have regrouped (and fed) myself and now think 'oh dear... I was pretty unreasonable'.
It's days like the last 48 hours that I have the most respect and the most admiration for single parents. I adore my kids but on the back of tiredness (all parties) all of us become unreasonable and think just of our own selves (guilty as charged).
However, in the last 48 hours in the middle of what seemed like a mess and that I wasn't being such a good mum stemmed some amazing times:
- Cuddling and snuggling with my little girl in bed last night (a few giggles were shared too)
- Friend commending me on my 2 year old intervention when my 2 year old pushed other 2 year old (where do they learn such things)
- Doing a jigsaw puzzle and letting Noosh direct the play this afternoon. (Have a friend doing a parenting course that she is blogging about and she is all about child led play at the moment... I'm learning as a result of her!)
- Having a whole hour with Tad when Noosh slept yesterday when we just interacted and giggled and basked in one anothers company
- Knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Noosh adores her Daddy
- Loving that all the way in another state Hubby was willing to stop whatever he was doing to be the knight in shining armour to his little princess. His words made all the difference in her little world and you could tell as she hung up the phone, sighed and laid her head on the pillow that she genuinely just missed him.
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