This week has been a blur with being shoulder deep in assignments and due dates hitting me left, right and center.
The house looks like a bomb has hit it, actually it would probably be an improvement if a bomb WOULD hit it. Aside from the dishes and washing, we are down to one roll of toilet paper (which wont get far in this house of boys ), every time I look at Charlie he’s eating a piece of grated cheese from god only knows where and I just realized I hadn’t made hubby any smoko for work today (which he didn’t have the heart to tell me).
On top of that, I forgot to apply essential oils to the kids before daycare this morning and then slapped myself thinking “why the eff do they need aromatherapy when it’s not me having to deal with them”.
My housekeeping style is best described as “there appears to have been a struggle”
To say the least, housekeeping has been put at the bottom of my to-do list, and it got me thinking.
Hubby can close his eyes when he navigates through the house but most importantly my kids WONT remember this. When they are 25 they wont turn to me and say “wow Mum remember those days when I was 4 and I ran out of t-shirts and the dishes were dirty, man what a day that was hey?”. Those hard days will not even store in their memory bank.
When I look back on my childhood I wouldn’t have known many of the things my parents did tough until they told us when we were older.
I wouldn’t have known I almost died by electrocuting myself when I was 18 months and how guilty my mum felt.
I wouldn’t have known my parents had no money when they had us as kids or how hard it was for mum to raise my brother and I on her own away from her family and friends.
I wouldn’t have known my parents fought a lot when we were young or that my mum felt lonely.
Those “tough” days for us as parents are basically insignificant to the kids.
DUST. It’s what gives a home a warm and fuzzy feeling.
So be kind to yourself Mummas and I’ll try do the same.