I hauled myself back to work last year on a four-day week with the view that it would make life easier for the family. For us to have a day midweek where we weren’t all rushing out the door with breadsticks shoved in our mouths. With jackets being used to hide the kids PJs rather than for warmth. It would also mean that The Dad and I didn’t need to drive like we were auditioning for The Fast and Furious. Trying to get home to make it for creche pick up on time. They’d never leave the kids sitting on the roadside……..would they?
So it was agreed that Wednesday was going to be our magic saver of a day. All things Martha Stewart would be done. Missy would have three hours in Montessori, Junior and I would do grocery shopping, laundry, dinner prep and some time to ourselves.
I had visions of Junior napping for two blissful hours while Missy and I chatted about her day, baked, coloured and painted our nails. You know the usual dreams of having a girl and getting some alone time together. Maybe if I’d written this out a year ago I’d have noticed that was way too much to do in three hours. Hindsight and all that jazz, eh?!
I often return to work on a Thursday almost wishing my boss would say I was needed at work 5 days a week. I felt no-one was benefitting from me being at home. I even asked him if I should return to work, thankfully he ignored me. I wanted so much for the kids and I to be able to relax on Wednesdays, enjoy ourselves and, cheesy and all as it sounds, make some memories. There must have been some good times amongst the teary Wednesdays as I did write about some of Missy’s funny quotes.
But we are back to having good days on Wednesdays. A big contributing factor is that Junior now takes a nap for me without the need for a 40-minute drive up and down the M50. This is when the magic happens. A steaming hot cup of tea. I will tolerate 20 minutes of any poppycock kids show just to rest the feet and enjoy some tea. Exception: Max and Ruby – that show would force you to rip your eyes out, I kid you not!
The last two weeks when the Husband rang at lunchtime I was actually smiling to myself as we chatted. There was no strain in my voice trying to hide how hard I was finding it.
Last week Missy and I baked “a cake” – it was dairy and egg free so was it really a cake? :–) We painted nails, watched an hour of mindless Paw Patrol and I was more than happy to join her. We coloured, coloured, counted anything that could be counted and coloured some more. When Junior did wake from his slumber, they played a new game called “Cover mum in teddies.”
So following up on my latest admission of stress, how have I been doing? Reflecting on the past few weeks and on the previous year, it’s so clear the negative impact my stress had on us all. I truly feel like I’ve emerged from a dense fog. I’m meditating 90% of the time which eases my acceptance that there will always be stress in my life, but I’m dealing with it so much better. Well thus far.
But the best is when I hear Missy say “I love Wednesday, you pick me up early.” She now announces that multiple times a week. Heart melted :–)