So please raise your hand if you have ever wanted to put your head in the oven?
What? – no takers – really??
I always knew that I was one of a kind ;).
Perhaps I should put this initial statement in context.
It was 5.15pm and I had been up since 5.15am with three sick and very attention-mad children.
Okay that description is putting it nicely – which is so unlike me – they were like sneaky hawks circling their weak prey – ME.
They were taking turns to torture me, repeating my name over and over, crying at me and begging for food – generally driving me bonkers.
My kids pretty much wrote the manual for witching hour.
Anyway, so I hadn’t cooked the Husband a proper meal in three days and so was cooking a roast dinner (pork – aka Babe).
It was even complete with home-made gravy – to give the impression that I was still a shit-hot housewife!
But as dinner time drew near the three sickies elevated themselves to levels of madness that I haven’t seen in ages.
It’s been raining on and off for weeks here on the GC and I’ve been on the brink of insanity throughout it all.
But after having to care for three sick kidlets all day I was SPENT!
I even called the Husband on his way home to ask him to please stop at the bottle-O because it was an emergency!
He didn’t even ask why – and that’s just some of the reason why I will love him forever and look past the fact he can’t put toilet rolls in the bin.
But that is also why when my hard-working Husband arrived home, after 13 hours away from us (lucky bastard), I made sure his family were sitting at the dinner table trying to be civilised!
It didn’t last for long – but we tried to not annoy the shit out of him for the first 30 seconds 😉
And you know what? As soon as my gorgeous six-foot hunk walked in the door (yep I’m a total suck up) – I felt the weight on my shoulders instantly lighten.
My rock was home, he was here to help me.
The love of my life came through for me again.
If it wasn’t for him (and vodka) – and the fact that he puts up with me for who I am – then my life would be beyond shithouse!
It’s days like that when I recognise how hard it must be for those who parent alone.
Motherhood ain’t easy – but a trouble shared is a trouble halved.
How crazy is witching hour at your place?
Are you fortunate enough to have a partner in crime to help parent – or do you do it alone sometimes? (and have my UTMOST respect and admiration!)
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