Don’t get me wrong I love being a mum more than anything, and I love being a Vet, but some days, just one day I would like a proper day off! Is that too much to ask?
I’m not a moaner as a rule, but like everyone some days I would just like a day to myself, a day off from work and being mum.
Last week it was my birthday. I had lots of people (I say lots, by that I mean my mum and dad and partner) ask me what I wanted for my birthday, and I gave my usual reply of ‘nothing’. I wasn’t lying, there was nothing materialistic that they could buy me that I really wanted. What I really wanted was a day out of my normal life to spend the way I wanted to, to truly have a ‘day off’. Is that so wrong?
I love my children to bits, they are my everything and I love doing the job that I do. It’s fairly easy to book a day off work, despite the financial crunch as I’m self employed, but taking time out from being mum is much harder.
My birthday for example. My other half was originally going to take a day off so we could spend some time together- a rare opportunity. That was too good to be true and as he had a newly started business, he had to work. So the morning of my birthday , my OH left at 5.30am, to his credit he did leave me cards from him and the kids and a bunch of flowers, but I was too sleepy to appreciate it. The morning commenced as every other morning, I got up and got myself and the two kiddies ready, took them to nursery and went into work to see a few cases (which I’d arranged thinking it might free up my Friday). Noone at work remembered so I was feeling a bit flat by the time I left. I got home at lunch time, I allowed myself a few hours to work on my blog which was the only ‘me time’ through the whole day. Then it was time to sort washing, I cleaned the kitchen, feed the cat and rabbits, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher. Then pick the kids up, get home, feed them, clean up kitchen again, bath and bed routine. James came home with a supermarket chinese take out and some wine, which was appreciated but by the time we’d cooked and eaten that, cleaned the kitchen again, he was snoring on the sofa at 9.30pm. Happy Birthday me!
I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, of course I love my partner and children more than words can say. It’s just for one day I would like to wake up and do all day what I want to do, without worrying about what the kids want for tea, what we are going to eat, housework and the constant battle with the washing!
Deep breath, putting on paper (or virtual paper) makes it feel better. Rant over!