The other night I was feeling very tired. It had been one of
those days. We had ants in the kitchen (I mean everywhere in the kitchen!), I
had rescued a water hen who was not very well and taken it to a water bird
rescue place, my cat, Minerva, had thrown up her breakfast, and I had a sore
lower back.
It was 9pm and I hadn’t done half the things I wanted to do.
I wanted to finish a short story draft, plus read up on some environmental
causes, and I wanted to put sealant around the door sills so the ants would lose their inside privileges.
And I still had to do the dishes.
Life just wasn’t fair – I was tired!
Then I thought about what I would have done that day if I
had a little one in tow. It would have been a day filled with nappies, feeding,
behaviour correcting, picking up, housework in spare moments, tidying up toys,
bathing, plus a desire to do all the things I mentioned above. I couldn’t have
said to the kid that I had a sore back and therefore they would have to wait
while I rested. Kids don’t come with an off switch.
I look at my friends and I see them caring for their
children 24/7 and I sometimes wonder how they do it. I know that they are
tired, and I know that sometimes they just want to run away from housework,
their jobs and sometimes even their children (for a little bit), but they don’t.
When they have a tough day they have to keep on going for their children.
I sometimes wonder how the hell I would have managed. And I
give absolute credit to Mums and Dads everywhere.
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