Monday, April 11, 2011

Stick a Fork in Me

I'm done. 

I'm so tired, physically and emotionally, I don't care if all the kids are with me when we leave the house in the morning. This is not a good sign. 

I often get asked how I do it. How I cope with 6 kids. 
This tune here comes to mind. Particularly the first line....
Now, I'm not a whiskey drinker per se, but mostly coz I figure if you're gonna do it, do it right and drink good stuff. and that's frankly a little outside my wee housewifey budget. 

But that's how I do it folks.  coping = alcohol and afternoon naps

Lately though I noticed that 'friday night drinks' was fast becoming 'everyday drinks at 3pm'  and that can't be a good habit.  So I made an effort NOT to drink.  I can choose not to drink. so I'm hoping that means I'm not turning into an alcoholic.  

Also, have been trying not to substitute chocolate for drinkies, coz that's just that. Substitution.  Still leaning on something.

But then, that cheeky little voice in my head rationalises it by saying "well, it's not crack. at least it's non-prescription. It can't be as bad as all that if it's just the odd drink and a butt load of chocolate."  right?? oh please say I'm not delusional here. 

Wait. hang on. What's the title at the top of the page? *looks up*  oh crap....

Annnnnnnyways......And naps have been falling by the wayside coz of school visits twice a week, then y'know, all that pesky house work that needs doing.  And I've been thinking about it - I do the bare minimum of housework so that the house isn't filthy or falling round our ears. I keep the washing done, and occasionally it gets folded (Padawan was doing this, but he's been getting grumpy with it lately and I've decided I'd rather do it myself than fight with him about it, then end up getting told off by Captain for shouting).  I wipe down the bathroom and toilet everyday or so with some natural spray and the old handtowel before throwing it in the wash - it occurs to me that I may just be wiping the germs around, but otherwise I was only getting to cleaning those rooms once a week. With 6 boys in the house, 8 of us all up? once a week Just. Wasn't. Enough.  eeeeeeewwwwwww.  :O/ 

I vacuum when you can see lumps of shite (not literally. most of the time) on the floor. Just to clarify - I'm not so far gone I leave poos on the floor. Not knowingly anyway.  Just food scraps. and dirt. and toys. and food.  you know, the usual "kid droppings"

I cook dinner. Most nights. It's even real food for the most part.  Not fish sticks and peas. 

Not that there's anything wrong with fish sticks and peas. *thinks* Well, maybe if you throw them on the table frozen and yell "dig in!" 

Unless your kids are happy to eat them frozen. Your kids are weird. But at least they are low maintenance. Be grateful.

oH yeah. I also do the 'mum taxi' drive the kids everywhere thing. Altho they do walk to school some, so it's not all the time. Just some days it feels like it. :O/

I had to hang some washing out, and take the kids to sport, so now I've lost my train of thought. It was something along the lines of.... I cope with 6 kids by utilising afternoon naps and alcohol.  And I'm not really getting those anymore.  

So I guess I'm not coping. 

I will leave you with this though.....while doing stuff and ruminating on writing the rest of this, I was thinking about what I would do if I -did- wig out.  Some healthy fantasying to avoid -actually- doing anything isn't so bad.  but this tune came to mind.....
Like I said before,  If you're going to do something, do it well!

Not that I have time for any of that now - there's dinner to cook, kids to put to bed, lunches to make for tomorrow, washing to fold, dishes to wash, husband to talk to, and hopefully some sleep to be had. In a perfect world and all......  :O{

1 comment:

  1. Time for some no-kid outings methinks. Greg and I bought a dining table on Sunday (ouch!) which will arrive by Thursday - if you can find a kind soul to keep an eye on the monsters we are just around-the-corner-and-down-the-river-to-the-sea and there could be some suspicious-tasting cooking to be had at our house.