There was a time when I truly believed that life as a domestic goddess would entail days filled with genteel darning, serene soup making and afternoon salons with like minded ladies.
God love me. I’m not sure anyone quite deserves the reality that is life as a stay at home single mummy. Take today. In fact let’s start at the very beginning and experience the true horror that isn’t going to work in shoulder pads. (Please pack me in your briefcase Career Lady).
Wake up with child on my face. Child who spent the night in my bed because there was a cow in his room whose hair had inexplicably grown too long to bare at four o’clock in the morning. Scratch dramatically itchy boil rearing it’s ugly head in my cleavage and resolve to make today the day I find the singing Santa hat hidden goodness knows where and serenading us with “We wish you a merry Christmas” on a half hourly basis. Get up. Feel mildly surprised by face tanned overnight and run around the house opening windows and doors, shooing out hairy cows and the stale odour of another thundery night.
Get in shower. Dance about in good for me cold water. Throw talc all round the bathroom because the whole world is stifling hot and go downstairs to find child eating biscuits. Grab them and hide packet in a tin marked TEA in the kitchen before the bad Mummy police arrive and Finley learns to read. Make tea for two. Hang out washing. Search for small underpants unlikely to cause screams of outrage. Fail. Drag little legs kicking and screaming into objectionable pants and empty dishwasher. Go upstairs and reassure child the toilet isn’t going to flood and no, the house will never, ever flood because we live at the top of a hill. Argue about why it is essential to flush toilet despite unlikely possibility of flooding then give up, pick sobbing child up off the bathroom floor, put hands over his eyes and flush the toilet myself. Feel a bit tired. Dress in yesterdays clothes. Smudge eyeliner around eyes and drive to nursery. Drive around the block three times because there isn’t a parking space and eventually abandon car haphazardly on double yellow lines and run into school reception. Tell do-good nursery receptionist that no Finley’s estranged Daddy probably won’t take the afternoon off next Wednesday for football day but I would be happy to stand in. Walk away as she mutters about “Lads and Dad’s” quality time as sponsored by the local council. Resist going back to pinch her pretty face and deliver clingy child to cuddly lady in classroom. Go out, wink at rooky traffic warden and drive away as fast as the law will allow me.
Hang picture in bathroom. Get in bed fully dressed because it is the only place my mobile broadband works and waste ten minutes herding nonsense around Facebook. Resolve to do some work and instantly lose connection. Re-connect and instantly lose connection all over again. Give up and go downstairs. Blitz parsley with pinenuts and call it pesto. Make gluten free pizza dough, wrap in cling-film and shove in (garlicky) fridge. Answer phone. Tell woman from portrait place that yes we would be delighted to come for a free session, but no Mark won’t be with us this time. Stand scratching my fingers across the foil of a new jar of coffee and listen in astonishment as she informs me that there will be a twenty five pound fee unless we come “as a family”. Snarl. Feel discriminated against. (For the second time in one day). Absentmindedly tidy can of polish away into (still smelly) fridge, then go and do arm curls to the tune of women whining on Jeremy. Worry that the window cleaner will come and see me bent in ludicrous positions with hand weights and go and close the curtains. Open them again when it strikes me people will think somebody has died. Talk to nice religious lady on doorstep. Wander into the garden and collapse in a chair with Sunday Times Style Magazine. Feel lazy and make cane cages for the broad beans instead. Go back inside and make skinny potato salad and apple coleslaw ala Kate. Empty bin and stand back in horror as yet again, lavender scented bin bag splits and sends carrot peel and mouldy tea-bags all over the holey lino. Curse like a fish wife.
Drive in a leisurely fashion back to school. Entertain minor worries along the way about the state of the nation and the man I adored as a teenagers’ new hairdo. Snuggle Emma’s baby Ben at school gates. Consider stealing him, then remember he will turn into another little Finley. Go in and relieve cuddly lady of said child, three paintings of sunflower “trees”, and a cookery lesson salad of raw mushrooms and radishes. Head home and send child into the garden while I rustle up a coming home feast of mackerel butties, apple juice and rhubarb yogurt for him. Stand at back door and yell. Shove feet into sparkly flip flops and go in search of munchkin. Find him sitting at neighbours kitchen table drinking Ribena. Listen to him inform astounded couple that “Mummy’s friend who is a man is called a boyfriend but not the kind that lives in your house, and this one isn’t even really a boy at all because he’s gigantic and really a teeny bit bald and he’s my friend too, but GUESS WHAT he went to school with Luke Skywalker and on Tuesdays he goes ballroom dancing with Venom out of Spiderman!! “. Smile. Cringe. Worry a bit. Go back to the house, rescue mackerel butty tray, deliver to child next door and return home. Iron a polka dot tablecloth for want of something to do. Bring washing in off line and iron that too. Agree to something that begins “Mummy can I do something something something in Rena’s garden please?”. Stick bestest sunflower tree into scrapbook and put the other in the recycling bin. Open front door to sobbing young stranger. Fill an empty coke bottle with water and send her back to over-heated car. Wash dishes. Talk to Mum. Go to back door and find sopping wet four year old on doorstep after a run in with a garden hose. Dry him and hold impromptu photo session with towel wrapped child and teddy bear. Kiss him more than he wants to be kissed, then send him back into the sun to play football with the bronzed God who lives next door but one. Thank the lord for communal back gardens. Attempt to connect to the Internet in garden. Have unexpected success. Check bank account for unexpected deposits. Trawl Ebay. Worry about the stranger with the broken down car. Go into the lane and find her gone.
Answer phone. Have minor argument with Finn’s Dad over weekend arrangements. Feel bad and apologise. Blame the perfumed bin-bag catastrophe. Put the phone down and flirt outrageously with footie playing neighbour. Because it is sunny. Remember cleavage boil and concentrate on looking busy. Get brush and sweep away leaves hiding underneath the garden table. Get hammer and fix the ironing board. Glue Green Goblins head back on. Roll out pizza dough and arrange smiley face out of chicken and red peppers on top of sauce and cheese. Resolve to eat my straw hat if child eats it. Throw parsley over salmon for my tea . Read book standing up in kitchen. Chase a wasp. Ring beauticians and book false eyelash appointment for Diane’s birthday night out. Ring broadband company and scream.Get exactly nowhere. Reassure grass stained child that he won’t die if he kisses me after I’ve eaten gluten. Reassure child that I won’t die today. Reassure child that splashi ng water in the swimming p ool won’t cause a flood. Run bath and wonder how I’m going to get him in it without exasperating fear of drowning in overflow. Talk to Luke Skywalker’s best friend as he walks home from work. Giggle a bit in girly fashion. Don’t tell him I’ve got my hand down the toilet rescuing a plastic Superhero as we speak. Scrub hands and batman. Feel irrationally happy and polish sink taps as Finn splashes in the bath and demonstrates what would happen to Doctor Who if the sea flooded all over our living room while he was visiting. Have physical fight over hair washing. Drown a bit and look like entrant in wet t-shirt competition but finally get shampoo out of his hair and breathe sigh of huge relief. Scoop him out, wrap him up and have our bestest cuddle of the day. Agree that yes child called Farrell shouldn’t have kicked him three months ago and yes telling Mrs Gillard he can see her bum when she bends over would be very naughty indeed. Pick up toys. Dress babba in gingham pyjamas. Make his milk. Read The Dragon’s Cold. Read it again because he says I sound bored. Become dementedly animated. Feel like a bad person. Throw in quick scoot through the escapades of Little Miss Bad in compensation. Say goodnight. And God bless. And see you in the morning. And I love you three billion and six too. And yes if the cow comes again, do shout me and I will deal with him. And goodnight all over again.
Wonder if all this is normal. Wonder if any of it is normal. Eat salmon.
So much for serene soup making and genteel bloody darning.
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Sounds pretty normal to me. Of course, I don't waste my time with salmon. Go straight for the party sized sugar cookie frosted with cream cheese and adorned with slices of strawberries and grapes. It's a little bit healthy. And your life is too. Blessings… Polly
Have to delurk and tell you this made me smile so much. I have 3 boys, I recognise so much of what you write although my days do include unfathomable amounts of lego.
thanks for a good laugh.. I could use it. Just found out my teenager left school two days early last week. Don’t worry things just get more complicated as they get older…sigh
sounds about right , for any parent of a small child- and- we all deluded ourselves at one time- now we know better, but, real life-messy as it is , is far better-
Yep, even as a mum of twin girls, your day sounds similar to mine – constant picking up, putting away, preparing meals and cleaning up after, dashing around to kindergarten, fitting in the ‘mundane’ jobbies around everything else, and trying to sneak in a few wee unordinary pleasures. But I’m trying to enjoy it all anyway, because they won’t be little for long! Maybe we can engage in some of that genteel darning once the kids go to school?
I am so curious about the false eyelash appointment! Is this something not offered in America?! And, I think your sweet guy looks like a little Antonio Banderas!! Watch out, girls!! :)Kat
Yep – this is absolutely normal! And, admit it, just a little bit fun?! I have both worked and been a stay at home Mum – and I tell you, compared to being shut in an office with a bunch of boring individuals with the same old same old every day, I know I prefer the unpredictability of a day as a SAHM any day! You can’t beat being your own boss – (psst – secretly, within a certain remit, we can plan our day as we like really…..)and you wouldn’t get the chance to flirt with handsome neighbours elsewhere now would you?! Keep regailing us with your tales of daily life – love it!
PS: Alison, I have just noticed from the photo that you have EXACTLY the same wall colour as in my lounge! And I too have used deep red (a la your sofa?) as the accent colour!
You have to write that book, Allison! I love reading about your adventures, and having been a single stay at home Mum with a son I identify completely! Mine is now nearly 17 though, so have been back at work a while and finally getting my life back! So hang in there, it does happen! I kinda miss the old life though…….
Sounds normal to me.. . or at least as normal as we would want… Did you ever beg God for ho hum? Nope… didn’t think so… That lovely little Finley. How I’d love to have spoiled him rotten through these years… So was that the name of the cookbook you got? Did my gift arrive? ???????
It sounds like BLISS to me!! I have 18 and 15 yr old boys that don’t need a “mommy” hardly at all. Add being stuck in an office all day in front of a computer, dealing with complaining and whining grown-ups, I’d trade with you any day of the week 🙂 keri
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…i had two boys…sounds perfectly normal to me…
This was so absolutely fantastic. MORE like this please! I love reading about your day. I read every single word, which I rarely do on a blog!
I am exhausted just reading about your day but he does look so darling all snuggly and gorgeous in his white towel with his bear. Rachael
The only thing not normal about your day is the way you describe it in such delicious detail!
Sounds pretty normal to me. Of course, I don't waste my time with salmon. Go straight for the party sized sugar cookie frosted with cream cheese and adorned with slices of strawberries and grapes. It's a little bit healthy. And your life is too. Blessings… Polly
Have to delurk and tell you this made me smile so much. I have 3 boys, I recognise so much of what you write although my days do include unfathomable amounts of lego.
thanks for a good laugh.. I could use it. Just found out my teenager left school two days early last week. Don’t worry things just get more complicated as they get older…sigh
sounds pretty normal. and sounds like a good day actually.
hope you have a great weekend.
~Tina
sounds about right , for any parent of a small child-
and-
we all deluded ourselves at one time-
now we know better,
but,
real life-messy as it is , is far better-
Yep, even as a mum of twin girls, your day sounds similar to mine – constant picking up, putting away, preparing meals and cleaning up after, dashing around to kindergarten, fitting in the ‘mundane’ jobbies around everything else, and trying to sneak in a few wee unordinary pleasures. But I’m trying to enjoy it all anyway, because they won’t be little for long! Maybe we can engage in some of that genteel darning once the kids go to school?
lol yes it does sound normal and very much like my life…
I am so curious about the false eyelash appointment! Is this something not offered in America?!
And, I think your sweet guy looks like a little Antonio Banderas!! Watch out, girls!!
:)Kat
Yep – this is absolutely normal! And, admit it, just a little bit fun?! I have both worked and been a stay at home Mum – and I tell you, compared to being shut in an office with a bunch of boring individuals with the same old same old every day, I know I prefer the unpredictability of a day as a SAHM any day! You can’t beat being your own boss – (psst – secretly, within a certain remit, we can plan our day as we like really…..)and you wouldn’t get the chance to flirt with handsome neighbours elsewhere now would you?!
Keep regailing us with your tales of daily life – love it!
PS: Alison, I have just noticed from the photo that you have EXACTLY the same wall colour as in my lounge! And I too have used deep red (a la your sofa?) as the accent colour!
You have to write that book, Allison!
I love reading about your adventures, and having been a single stay at home Mum with a son I identify completely! Mine is now nearly 17 though, so have been back at work a while and finally getting my life back! So hang in there, it does happen! I kinda miss the old life though…….
Alison, I don’t read too many lists, but yours are fascinating. How’s the book coming?
Sounds normal to me.. . or at least as normal as we would want… Did you ever beg God for ho hum? Nope… didn’t think so… That lovely little Finley. How I’d love to have spoiled him rotten through these years… So was that the name of the cookbook you got? Did my gift arrive? ???????
It sounds like BLISS to me!! I have 18 and 15 yr old boys that don’t need a “mommy” hardly at all. Add being stuck in an office all day in front of a computer, dealing with complaining and whining grown-ups, I’d trade with you any day of the week 🙂 keri
Love your blog.. wait eagerly for a new post. Your boy is beautiful
Mim
your boy is so cute!