I often use the term “my previous life” in reference to the life before I had kids. Many newbies think, “Oh when baby comes I’ll just fit him into my life/schedule/activities, and not let him run my life.”. (I said run, not ruin.) Well, we all know how that really ends up, don’t we?
Parenting, especially newborns and small kids, can really take over your life. And the story is the same whether you’re a SAHM or a FTWM. SAHMs are with the kids all day and are always dying to have even 5 minutes alone just to pee or do something, anything, without a small body crawling/crying/calling after you. FTWMs are pandering to bosses/clients/whatever all day, then they get home to even bossier bosses.
Some days I feel like burying my head under my pillow and wishing everyone would just miraculously fall asleep on their own without me having to be a pacifier or story teller or [insert whatever else is required] to them and leave me to some time of my own. Then at other times I wish they would stop growing and just be as little as they are for longer.
After Scout was born, I thought, ok, now it can only get easier from here! Boy was I wrong. Lately it’s been a tad bit easier since she’s suddenly walking all over the place, so she doesn’t demand for her sedan chair (aka me) so much, and is happy to follow everyone around the house. But she’s also bigger, heavier, and very adamant about what she wants to do, so sometimes I need to carry her to get somewhere or do something but she WANTS TO BE PUT DOWN NOW NOW MUMMY! She also demands to be entertained (maybe I should learn balloon sculpting?), which in itself isn’t a difficult task, but add in two other rambunctious toddlers who all want to do something else, or want my attention at the same time, and even have trouble agreeing on which cartoon they want to watch, and you can see why I’m disgruntled about not having clones or more arms (3 kids, 2 arms. How liddat?).
Thankfully I’m beginning to see some light. This half of the year, hubby and I have been fortunate to have travelled (with and without the kids) quite often, with a few more trips before the end of the year, and I’m so grateful for good help at home. Scout sleeps longer and better with my helper and/or MIL (SO unfair!), but given that makes an easier job for them, and I get a bit of time without a sack of rice stuck to my hips (she’s probably heavier than that by now), I’m all for it.
Some days though, I’m still wistful of the care-free life when I had to think, “Oh what will I do with myself today?” rather than “Oh what will I do with the imps to keep them alive today?”. But I know, that when the day comes when I can have that care-free life again, I will be wishing for it not to be.