The mother of all lies

Being a mother, we are supposed to be super heros. And, in may cases we perpetrate this crazy myth ourselves.

We are supposed to be all and everything to our kids. Our houses are supposed to be immaculate. We are supposed to be the perfect housewife in the house and the perfect lover in the bedroom. We are supposed to be on committees at school, hold down jobs and in some cases study as well...

it sounds like a damn lot of work...but we are supposed to do it with a smile...and say we love it!!

Now, I can do about 50% of this at any one time. If I try and do it all...I turn into a grumpy pyscho and every thing is done in a half arsed way.

For so long I have listened (or read) about the women who claim to do it all. And I am now standing tall and saying...umm, excuse me...that is bollocks!

I see the ones who claim to have perfect houses...and sadly their kids don't get nearly enough attention...or their husbands. I see the ones who have loads of time with the kids...and their houses are a mess...or worse...they have no relationship with their husband.

So..after a lovely walk in the park with a good friend...it was a relief to say "i am soooo out of control with the housework".

Because the truth is...i can't and don't want to do it all. I want to put the "people" first. I want to focus on my child and my husband. And everything else comes second. I do the essentials..we always have food on the table and usually have clean clothes (well sometimes they are plucked straight out of the clean basket and quickly ironed...or given a shake and hope they look nice). But, i seem to be able only to get one set of jobs done at a time...i can keep the kitchen clean or the bathroom or the floors or the washing...but to this day I have not found the universe where it all happens on the day.

My house is not a disgrace...but it's far fro the show homes you see on tv. TV does us no favours...they have housekeepers and babysitters....but...it's also FICTION!! The generations gone by talk of ALWAYS having the perfect house...and I do wonder if that is fiction also. But then, quality time spent with family was also lower down the importance ladder too, and I wonder if it would be easier with more extended family in the picture...with sisters, mother, cousins and aunts helping us. Sadly, as we have drifted further away from our families (geographically or emotionally) this help rarely exists today. I also wonder if the fact we have smaller families makes it harder...as we don't have all the extra helping hands...the older kids to look after the younger, the excess of siblings to help us out.

So right now, I have sent my husband and child off ...with instructions to be at least an hour. Why? Am i running around like a maniac cleaning? Am i cooking up a master piece for dinner?

NOPE!

I am doing the one thing I forgot to mention...I am having ME time. I am watching the masterchef i taped on Friday night so I can be ready for the finale tonight! Because...at the end of the day...mum's need their own time. To relax, to do nothing and be responsible for no one. It is blissful, this little piece of silence. For once, my coffee won't go cold, I won't have to jump up and do a dozen things. I can sit, and enjoy and remember what it is like to be a human...and not a superhero...even if it is just for an hour!