I’m starting to get guilty. Guilty that I haven’t made a Christmas cake yet. Guilty I may not be entirely on top of my Christmas shopping and it’s 11 days out. Guilty I have’t worked out the Christmas menu. I even had a dream last night about searching downtown for a favorite brand of Christmas cake- and failed. This mummy guilt is all pervasive isn’t it.
I’ve been at this mothering thing for over 8 years. Closer to 9 in actual fact. And I’m only just now getting the hang of it I think. I’ve proudly joined the ranks of WAHM (Work At Home Mothers) and it’s given me a whole different perspective on it. Rather than rushing out the door and handing over responsibility for my children to my husband, childcare or a part time nanny I’ve now had to roll my sleeves up and do it.
It never ends. You really really want to do it right but it can be so hard. It starts with the choice of nappies when the baby is born. I went into overload and sourced Egyptian cotton, washable terry elasticized ones that had cute green trim. Now you can get ones made of bamboo. The choice is endless.
Im the first to admit that I have Mummy Meltdowns. At times quite often. I dont cope very well when my husband, who works at a newspaper, has to go away on one of his many trips taking him interstate or overseas. In fact I dread it when he goes away. I cant pretend to be a wonder woman when Im simply not. I get cranky with him, I get cranky with my kids and I just manage to keep my head above water and the house ticking over. Extras dont get done and its difficult. Thats just our reality.
My family and I made the move about a year ago to a small farm outside a the capital city of Australia, Canberra. It was a big decision and we turned our back on the fast pace of Sydney where wed come from, the shops, the coffee and the food. But we also turned our back on the traffic, the pollution and the lack of space. For us it was perfect.