Before I became a mum I thought being a SAHM was easy, I would have lots of time to do ‘my’ things and start a business, blog, meet friends etc. Then I had my first baby and to begin with it was fairly easy, he napped a lot and I could
play work on the computer when he was feeding. But once he was a few months old he became more demanding, his needs grew and I started to have less and less time for myself. My first was not a sleeper either, that changed at around 3 years old, but that’s 3 years of little sleep and then throw in another pregnancy and his baby brother and that is A LOT of sleepless nights and very tired days! At least his brother sleeps better (probably because he’s slept right next to me all his life!) and so I’m finally starting to feel like the fuzzy sleepy mist is clearing!
Anyway, I just thought I would write a post from the present to my pre-child self in the past, this is what the day in the life of a SAHM is like, you always wanted to know…
Woken up at 6am as my husband gets up for O (that used to be my job, but now I get the baby at night) and promptly fall back to sleep until 6.45am when A starts to stir. Think about getting up before he wakes properly as I could get a chance to go to the loo on my own, but A wakes and I have to forget that possibility. I manage to hold A long enough to get him dressed and we head downstairs.
I put A down on the floor and he toddles off to find some tiny crumb on the floor and promptly tries to eat it. Then brings me a book to read, I get halfway through the book and he wiggles off my knee, finds another book and then repeat several times over.
Whilst A is being read to O is talking to his trains on the table (still in pyjamas) and I tell him that we have toddlers this morning, so he’ll need to get dressed to go out. A loud ‘Not just now, THANK YOU, I’m still playing’ is uttered and play continues.
I make myself breakfast with A opening the drawers below me and taking out every single plate, cup, bowl, plastic box he can reach in the bottom two drawers. I make a mental note to put away the items when he’s finished and attempt to take my breakfast to the table, get told off by O for sitting at the table to eat breakfast as he’s still playing. Two minutes later he’s finished playing with his trains and is racing to and fro the living room taking all the plastic things A has removed from the drawers (and the ones he hadn’t yet removed) into the living room into a big pile on a chair. A toddles along helping and gets knocked over by his running brother several times, I comfort him each time before he’s off again.
Eventually convince O to get dressed, I give up trying to get him to dress himself and do it all for him as he sings Jingle Bells for the 20th time (it’s February!). Then as it’s freezing outside I get both boys wrapped up in jumpers, snowsuits, hats, gloves, scarves and snow boots for O. A crys as he can’t move properly in his snowsuit and O runs around shouting and saying he’s hungry (as always happens when we leave the house!), I hold A, who calms down instantly as I pick him up and make a quick sandwich one-handedly for O. I quickly get my jacket on and A in the carrier and we can get out.
Finally get outside and we walk the mile or so to the local toddler group with a fairly happy 3 year old pretending to be a train.
When we arrive at the toddler group both boys are excited to get at all the toys when we arrive, but of course there is a fair bit of grumpiness as I try and remove their outdoor clothes first. I try and enjoy a few adult conversations while the boys play, but each conversation is inevitably cut short by a variety of toddler shaped ’emergencies’.
Afterward we walk (slowly) home again, O decides he wants to go in the buggy at the bottom of the hill up to our house. After 15 minutes he’s asleep (and we’ve gone past our house as he wasn’t quite asleep then), A slept for 10 mins and then woke again chatting away noisily on my back. We arrive home and I cover O with a blanket and let him sleep outside. Once A was de-snowsuited he proceeds to bang toys on the patio doors to wake his brother up, so we head to the living room for him to play there. I’m tired after all the walking and chasing the boys around at toddlers so attempt to sit down for a rest on the sofa, A immediately sees this as a reason to climb onto me, bringing toys and books, piling them round. I frequently check on O, with A getting upset every time I walk out the room and follows me. O wakes after an hour and I make him a quick lunch and leave him to it as A needs a nap. After 10 minutes A and I return downstairs as he’s refusing to feed to sleep as normal.
The afternoon passes in a whirlwind of running children, a myriad of requests to fulfill, and of course the tortuous task of dirty nappy changing. A hates having his nappy changed, he hasn’t lain down for it since he learnt to crawl, so often I have a crying baby twisting round in my arm as I try and clean him before he runs through the house sitting on every conceivable surface he can reach before I manage to wipe him clean!
My stomach begins to ache and I realise I haven’t eaten since the biscuit I had at toddlers and begin to make lunch while the children play happily for 5 minutes. Nobody else is interested in food until I sit down at the table and then I immediately have to lift A into his high chair and give him half my roll that he is pointing at insistently. Then manage one more bite before O decides he would like a sandwich and of course another tissue because ‘I have snot and can I have a tissue please, mummy’ (he won’t believe us that he only needs to ask for a tissue, we don’t need to know about the snot part).
We spend an hour painting with cars, trying to amuse A as he is very intent on climbing up to play in the paint too (unfortunately he will eat it and I don’t always manage to get round to making edible paint).
By the time daddy gets home from work and we have dinner I’m ready to flop onto the sofa, exhausted. Of course it’s not long until bedtime and we finally get some peace and quiet. I have a million things I had planned to do, but by then I just want to sit on the sofa and veg!
Does this sound familiar?!