I’m not a “Cruella De Ville”, but I am not in the same region as the likes of Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee or any other wonderful child loving experts. I love my kids, VERY much, but when I’m with them 24/7 I stop appreciating them and start growling at them.
I’m sure there are mums out there who love spending every single waking moment with their children, and I take my hat off to them. It’s not an easy thing to do, and if you manage it with a smile on your face at the end of the week then you’re a better woman than me.
My children aren’t tiny babies, I haven’t given birth and sent them off to the grandparents for the week, they’re 8 and 2, and in the 8.5 years I’ve been a mummy, I can count the number of nights I’ve been away from them on one hand. I didn’t have children to pass them over every weekend, or ship them away to boarding school, that’s not what I’m talking about, but I don’t think it’s healthy for me to be in mummy mode 365 days a year.
I do have issues with babysitters. There are very few people I can give my children to, and be able to enjoy the time without them! I couldn’t hire a complete stranger to watch my kids, even if they had references from bloody Disney! God, I even check up on the hubs when he’s babysitting! You could say I am OCD when it comes to my kids. Which is where my problem is. I want a babysitter, but I feel guilty when they’re with someone else, worry they’ll be naughty/sad/won’t sleep/cry blah blah blah…..
I’m currently in the process of begging asking my parents to have the dudes once a month overnight. I’m not planning on partying on these days, Christ I’m not even planning on going out! I’m thinking of all the housework I could get done, or the blogs I could catch up on, or the sleep I could be having…… Oh OK, I might go to the cinema, or stop off at the pub for a quick G&T, I might go shopping and even go into a normal sized changing room without a buggy and an octopus grabbing things off the rails I don’t need (“How many items madam? 56 it would appear…”) but the most exciting thing for me is I’ll have 48 hours to be me, pre-children. No food to prepare, no nappies to change, no arguments to break up, no Cbeebies to watch (Music channel with close to the pornographic videos? Don’t mind if I do)
Is that selfish? I don’t think it is, you may disagree. Two days out of 30 isn’t bad, and it means the LM’s will have a much happier, relaxed mummy on the other 28 days.
Now. I am off to dig something out of my Mary Poppins bag and wipe a nose or something.