I’m tired. So tired. The past week has been challenging in every aspect. Work has been so busy that I’ve been lunching at my desk and working overtime and from home after the kids sleep (something I told myself and my then boss I’ll not do at this stage because family comes first), being a 200% hands-on mum without the helper has taken an extra hour from the 5 hour sleep I used to have, as I prep myself for work before waking, changing and feeding both boys, and then having my freshly ironed clothes transform into to a crumple state because saying “see you later” is often such a emotional and teary affair with the boys, especially Ollie. Suddenly being a wife has also become increasingly taxing – I’m held responsible for every single dent/mess/tantrum the boys get up to including not so ideal food options and lost items – I certainly didn’t anticipate the increased number of tiffs we’ll have in just the first weekend without having our helper around.
But before you think what an ass of a husband I must have. There’s of course, the other side of the story. I haven’t been organised with things, sometimes losing them, despite reminders from the husband to keep things back at their place…which makes him feel like I don’t treasure the stuff he gets me. I’ve been so pre-occupied of late that my clumsiness is starting to become appalling. I’ve also been so poor with time management that things haven’t been going as per clockwork, causing the husband to rush from one point to the other. My shortcomings were probably the source of most of his frustration. And to his credit, after he got past those moments of frustrations, he’ll try to chip in as much as help as he can, and as much as the kids allow him (because “I want mummy” is often the first thing that comes out the moment papa takes over in the most straight–to-the-point manner).
I’ve also been blessed with exceptional support from the family. Mum has made the boys’ maiden stay-over at her place such a fun affair that Liam has asked to stayed there another 2 times within the week. While Ollie has been surprisingly independent, helping himself to cereals, puffs, snacks when he knows I’m still snoozing in and self-entertaining himself with books and toys.
Not sure how the next 2 weeks will pan out, but I’ll do my best to make it better than worse, and hopefully have more happy moments to capture: