So Mrs Mummypenny asked if I would like to write a blog. I have no idea why as I am hardly Mary Poppins…well I am until about midday then I morph into Cruella Deville. It’s not that I don’t love my children, of course I do I just find them extremely irritating when I can’t finish a thought in my head before I hear “mum”. I also regret encouraging my two and a half year old to speak as now he joins in with his 4 year old sister!
I entered into motherhood quite late at the age of 38 foolishly believing this would give me more patience….it didn’t. In fact I think it made it harder because I spent many years looking after just myself. I also thought it would bring me wisdom. It didn’t. I constantly confuse my children by saying things like… “hurry up and eat your breakfast” “don’t rush your food” or “walk quickly, hurry up!” ” don’t run, you will slip!” I hear myself doing it but can’t stop my impatient mind willing them to move faster!! So I was dreading this summer holidays as I remembered how hard the last ones were.
To add insult to injury, the radio station I do a show for ( Sundays at 3pm) SG1 Radio, shameless plughas moved studios so I am on a break from the one thing that keeps me sane! Search for the app SG1 radio on the itunes store or playstore to download and listen to 2 hours of brilliant 80’s music. So I thought I would be positive and do “mummsy” things like arts and crafts and as many cheap days out as possible. The kids love days out because they know I can’t shout at them in public. As for arts and crafts after a few attempts not to give in to my ocd I thought it would be less stressful to let them paint in the garden. This was a great move and my daughter was extremely proud of the colours she chose to paint her brothers penis. He didn’t seem to bothered either and fortunately it all came off in the bath.
I hear a lot of friends telling me I will cry when I finally get to drop my daughter off for her first year in reception. They also said this when it was her time to start pre-school. I didn’t cry, only when it was time to pick her up. The six weeks holidays are a very testing time for anyone, even the kids! Mine are very close in age , just 18 months, and generally are very close but I have noticed, and so have the neighbours who recently moved out that they have definitely had enough of each other.
One job of these holidays has been to referee them. The photo booth in Tesco was a challenge as I was trying to pack the shopping and they were having a full blown punch up behind the curtain, fighting over who would get to sit on the stool. Personally I would have left them to it but people were watching so I thought it best to separate the little angels.
Well I hope your holidays have been a little less stressful than mine! As I type my daughter is trying to “help” and I think we all know what that means. Hang in there, schools just around the corner. Six hours of not hearing mum mum mum mum. Amen.
A huge thank you to Jane for this post. A great writer I am sure you will agree. Her radio show is brilliant and she has a real natural flare, really engaging with the audience. She will be back on air in a few weeks. I will let you know when to tune in.