Despite their bad behaviour recently I really, really love my children. I’ve exposed them at their worst, so now it’s time to mention a few of the things that make me deliriously happy and proud to be their mum.
First up is the bit before bedtime. For us it tends to be 6:50pm onwards.
- Bath time meltdowns are done. Time to scrub the blood off the walls. My little ones smell fresh and clean and keep rubbing their eyes and yawning. All encouraging signs that point to the ever-elusive eleven-hour stretch. Maybe I will have that glass of vino with dinner after all.
- 1-to-1 time. We stagger the kids’ bedtimes for the chance to chat about their school day/concerns/friendship issues without the other one shrieking/lobbing toys/demanding snacks. With multiple offspring you constantly worry about stuff like ‘lack of attention’. It’s gut-wrenching when they’re both bawling their eyes out and you have to choose who to put your arm around first.
- Reading together. This is one of the best things about having kids. That, and a legitimate ticket to Disneyland (usually after taking out a second mortgage). We’re big on books in our family as you might have gathered. Emily chose to read Harry Potter for the first time the other night and I squealed with excitement! Florida, here we come…
- A sense of accomplishment. I did it! I made it through another whole day of keeping two small humans alive! I deserve a glass of vino just for that.
- A promise of things to come (i.e. a few hours of me-time). I love my kids but I’m not some worthy, self-sacrificing weirdo. Living with two small children can be tough. It’s good for us mummies to have a breather. Scrap that – it’s essential.