Daily Archives: September 3, 2015

Thursday Thirteen

A blog friend linked to this little writing prompt group and I thought I’d give it a go. Not my usual fare – move along if you’re looking for 100 word fiction. I won’t be doing this every week, I’m sure!

Thirteen Observations From A Stay-At-Home Mum

  1. It’s surprising how much of a difference it makes to have someone occasionally say “you handled that really calmly; I think I’d have freaked out” or “you have a tough job,” instead of implying they think you sit around eating bonbons and watching TV all day.
  2. I watch a lot of TV. I watch it in 10 minute stints whilst nursing and on mute with the subtitles on, or else it’s an episode of Peppa Pig we watched every day last week and twice yesterday.
  3. I also eat too many sweet things, but not when there’s a witness.
  4. Nothing is easier when a toddler ‘helps’.
  5. It is always easier to accept a toddler’s ‘help’ than to prevent it.
  6. There’s never enough time – and if there is, you’re early and waiting around with a grouchy child.
  7. There’s always time for a hug.
  8. Hugs, like hearts, always have room for one more.
  9. When people talk about the challenge of ‘two in diapers’, it’s not the diapers they are complaining about. It’s just a shorthand for two dependent beings, both of whom demand and deserve 100% of your time and attention, neither of whom is really able to do a great deal for himself and both of whom are inclined to noisy melodrama if they have to wait for anything.
  10. The diapers are (literally) sh!tty, though, at times.
  11. There is something incredible (and terrifying) about being able to see how everything develops – the phrases or accents of a particular tv character or friend; the moods and moments they take from us; the right and the not-quite-right science being pieced together from observing the world.
  12. On the other hand, I’ve no idea where “side up down” (upside down) or the “walking side” (sidewalk) come from!
  13. I can sleep through thunderstorms, radio alarms and tsunami sirens, but one of my boys so much as whispers and I’m wide awake, ready to nurse, comfort or kill tigers for them.

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