Today was better than yesterday. Then again, unless my face was caught aflame from the sparks off legos bouncing off of tiaras it was bound to be. Today I found myself waking the girls as late as possible after the late night and scurrying off to school, running up to the office to finally copy the class roster and hand out and of course dashing off to Lifestart. today Tessi had her speech assessment done. She actually took part in a two hour assessment. Wow. I wouldn't have thought that was possible. 2 hours of that plus 2.5 hours of the Lifestart session and then back home to dress for dance and pick up the other kids. Only to have daughters whisked off to dance by wonderful friend who insists it's no bother and son (still breathing after all his nonsense this week) instead of coming home goes off to Kids Club. 3 hours for $2 at a local church and they run the whole time. A thing of beauty and not too "churchy"
An afternoon at a friend's house planning our Easter party and whoosh! back home, send Ted off to take Teddy to cricket award ceremony and drop off at friends for a sleepover while I get girls bathed and off to bed. Somewhere in there we also ate dinner. This is the slower day...the one that was better than yesterday.
Are we kidding or what?!! No wonder so many moms are off their rocker. We LIMIT our kids activities and I'm pulling my hair out trying to figure out how to add more hours into the day. I'm no one to pine for the good old days but this is just not right. I'm not sure what the answer is but really, this ain't it. So many moms I talk to are tired; bone tired. I know I am. It's all moms too. Not simply SAHM's; work outside the home moms too. We are all tired and getting angry. I think there has to be a better way for society to work together and raise these children. Maybe it's my budding socialism creeping in but seriously...a little less competition between moms, more understanding between the different types of moms...Hell, families for that matter and much less judgement passing jerks who think they know more than people who are actually doing things and I bet all of our lives will improve dramatically.
This has been my diatribe for the evening. Now off to shower and have a QUIET glass of wine before the next wave hits.
An American family living in Australia. While we all speak English here, I wouldn't say we all speak the same language.
